In the aftermath of Sterling's sudden demise, his cultivation vanished like a fleeting breeze, leaving behind an agonized cry that reverberated through the air. "No! Sterling!" Ignatius's heart-wrenching shout echoed, witnessing the loss, as Nathaniel's soul and body were drawn inexorably toward the dragon core.
The challenge persisted, shrouded in the growing power of the malevolent mistress. Each death in the trial only fueled her strength, a wicked smile perpetually etched upon her lips. The merciless cycle of demise and ascent drove her ruthlessness, leaving no respite for her fallen students.
Now it's Stage three. Saraphim emerged as the next challenger, stepping forward to face the mistress. A daring taunt escaped her lips, challenging the very fate that loomed over her. "Whoa! You're the one eager to meet your end before your lover," Wolfram sneered, bracing for the forthcoming clash.
"Choose your words carefully, for they may be your last," Saraphim retorted, her determination shining through her poised stance. The tension crackled between them, and the imminent duel bore the promise of bitter animosity.
"Remember, once I defeat you, or I am defeated, Aurelian will be next. Many seek his life," Wolfram goaded, attempting to undermine Saraphim's resolve.
"But you underestimate his strength," she shot back, unwavering in her defense of their mentor.
"That useless, feeble tiger creature," he sneered, underestimating Aurelian's prowess.
"Let's see how you fare, Mr. Fox," Saraphim taunted, her confidence unshaken. "Are you an owl or an owlet?... Hahaha." Wolfram ask laughing
Saraphim surged towards him, launching the engagement with a venomous strike using owl poison. However, he expertly guarded against it, countering with a dangerous fox fur poison that hit her arm. Undeterred, Saraphim continued her assault, charging forward with her magical sword. Yet, he swiftly shattered it using his cunning, leaving her defenseless.
She managed to retaliate using her owl feathers, but the battle turned against her. A barrage of fur overwhelmed her, pushing her to the brink of her endurance. Each moment in the duel amplified the suspense, hanging on the edge of uncertainty.