Kena's expression displayed a whirlwind of emotions. Witnessing her beloved sister, Nina, on the ground, injured and impaled by a crystal, a sense of shock and helplessness overcame her.
The sight of the person she loved most, someone with whom she had shared countless experiences and challenges, now in such a vulnerable situation, was overwhelming and unbelievable.
Kena knelt on the ground, her feelings manifested in her posture and expression. Her paralysis before this dramatic scene was a natural reaction to the intensity of the situation. The previous belief that they were invincible together had been challenged, and the painful reality of this moment hit her with full force.
"Impossible, impossible, impossible…"
Kena's repeated murmurs echoed in the air, a haunting echo of her inner agony. Her vacant eyes reflected the emptiness and disorientation that consumed her. The absence of her sister's presence and guidance left a void in her existence, a void she didn't know how to fill.
"Watching your reactions during the fight, I realized you've never faced someone stronger. It's regrettable to win against people with so little experience. It's sad, but I'll need another opponent. Well, goodbye."
Miguel's words seemed to echo into emptiness for Kena. Her mind was so consumed by anguish and loss that she couldn't process or comprehend what was being said. Each of Miguel's words dissipated quickly, unable to penetrate the fog of confusion and pain enveloping her thoughts.
"Die like your sister."
"Die?"
The words murmured by Kena carried a dark and disturbing weight. By contemplating the idea of dying alongside her sister, she was revealing the extent of her distress and her desire to be with Nina, even beyond this life. The faint hint of a smile on her face indicated a mixture of resignation and a glimpse of peace that she imagined could be found by reuniting with her sister.
"Hmm? Impossible. I pierced your body completely. Except for the heart and the rest of the lungs, everything is destroyed. But why does your heart keep beating? No matter, I'll just do it again."
"Die? Again?"
Kena's murmurs echoed again, this time bringing forth memories of the teachings her sister, Nina, had shared with her. These words evoked a moment of clarity amid her emotional turmoil, bringing forth the lessons and guidance she had received from the clan.
"Kena. No matter what happens, as long as we possess the blood of demons. We can come back from hell even with our organs destroyed."
"Really? Really?"
"Yes. As long as our heart is intact. We can come back to life again. Don't forget that."
"Yes! Yes!"
Recalling the memories amidst the chaos was like a flame rekindling Kena's determination. She rose, her emotions transforming into renewed fervor. As she saw Miguel approaching her fallen sister, the belief that Nina might still be alive propelled Kena into action.
Kena felt her internal heat intensifying, like a smoldering ember within her body. Her energy blazed once more, motivated by a mix of intense emotions. Determined, she sprinted toward Miguel, moving with renewed agility and intensity.
The scene was an explosion of action, a physical manifestation of Kena's inner strength. Her approach was fearless, driven by the desire to protect her sister and reverse the desperate situation. She was ready to fight with all her might, believing that her action could make a difference.
"What?!"
Kena's flying kick struck Miguel with full impact, an impressive demonstration of her determination and renewed strength. The energy behind her attack was palpable, and the collision was marked by an intense clash.
However, Miguel's blood defense came into play, resisting the impact and mitigating some of the damage.
The scene depicted a battle of opposing forces, with Kena's fearless offense met by Miguel's defensive skill. The blood defense proved to be an effective barrier, capable of absorbing and cushioning the powerful blow from Kena.
However, despite the protection offered by Miguel's defense, the force of Kena's attack was still evident, as Miguel was thrown backward by the strength of the impact.
"Sister, are you okay?"
Kena approached her sister with a mixture of concern and urgency. Her feelings of determination and aggression had now transformed into tangible tenderness as she approached her sister's fallen figure. Each step Kena took expressed her deep connection with Nina and her eagerness to protect her.
"Don't touch me, cough!"
Nina's weak words, accompanied by a spurt of blood, echoed like a haunting refrain in the scene. Her trembling voice and actions showed how frail and debilitated she was after the intense events of the battle. However, even in the midst of her precarious condition, Nina still found the strength to communicate.
"Sister."
"Listen, Kena. Kill him!"
Kena's perplexity regarding the impossibility of touching her sister was replaced by a somber and urgent understanding. Nina's words finally shed light on the dilemma surrounding them, and Kena realized the only possible solution to save her sister's life: eliminate Miguel.
With fierce determination, Kena stood up, her emotions burning and her goals clear before her. She sprinted toward Miguel with agility, her resolute expression revealing the intensity of her mission. Each step she took showcased her unwavering resolve as she advanced toward the imminent confrontation.
"You're a pain in the ass, huh!"
The clash between Miguel and Kena was a game of strategy and skill, with every move carrying the weight of consequences. Miguel adopted a defensive approach, patiently waiting for the right moment to launch his counterattack. His posture indicated his understanding of the threats posed by Kena and the necessary caution to face her.
"Die! Die! Die!"
"Not yet, little miss. Not yet."
The close-quarters combat between Miguel and Kena unfolded in a rapid sequence of movements. Kena stood out due to the speed and aggression of her attacks, launching herself with energy and determination. Her approach tested the limits of Miguel, who struggled to keep up with the speed and intensity of her strikes.
"Bloody Needles!"
Miguel's strategy shifted as he distanced himself, creating space to unleash his new technique. This fresh approach involved swift and precise attacks, designed to incapacitate. Miguel was adapting to the battle's intensity, seeking a way to neutralize Kena.
However, Kena's agility and determination were remarkable. She constantly evaded Miguel's attacks, demonstrating her ability to anticipate his movements and react swiftly. The scene showcased dexterity and agility, with Kena relentlessly closing in, overcoming the challenges posed by Miguel's new techniques.
"Stop following me. I don't like you."
"Lose! Lose!"
Desperation consumed Kena as she fought with renewed determination. The clock was ticking, and her sister's life was at stake. Each passing second felt like an eternity, and Kena was acutely aware that she couldn't afford to linger too long. Her mind was laser-focused on the urgent objective of winning the battle and bringing her sister to the safety of the clan.
"I was thinking. Why didn't your clothes burn? With all this fire, they shouldn't remain intact."
"Lose! Lose!"
"Forgot I'm talking to a mule. Sorry and Farewell."
"Arrrgggghhh!"
Surprise and shock overwhelmed Kena as she was attacked from behind, her back targeted by a barrage of sharp needles. The sudden, searing pain pierced through her, causing her to collapse to the ground with a cry of anguish. Her vision briefly blurred from the impact, and she struggled to recover as a numbing sensation spread across her body.
The scene was fraught with tension and agony as Kena grappled to understand what had happened while the needles aimed for her once again. She was trapped, immobilized by the relentless piercing of the needles, her expression reflecting the suffering and confusion that consumed her.
"That was easy. Last words?," Miguel's words sliced through the air, resonating with a cold and calculated tone.
He approached Kena with a mixture of confidence and triumph, his dominating presence pervading the scene. His voice exuded a sense of superiority, as if relishing the situation in which Kena found herself.
Tears began to stream down Kena's cheeks, tracing shimmering paths as the harsh reality settled in. Her expression revealed the mélange of emotions consuming her: frustration, despair, and the painful acceptance that victory seemed unattainable. The gravity of what was at stake—the life of her sister and the fight to protect her—was overwhelming.
'Sister. I've lost. I'm sorry.'
"Going to cry?"
"Kill."
"So be it."
"Stop, Miguel!"
A voice sliced through the air, shattering the tense silence enveloping the confrontation. Miguel found himself instantly distracted, turning to locate the source of the interruption. His eyes locked onto the figure that stood out in the scene, his expression shifting from confidence to surprise and shock.
Miguel's momentary freeze was evident, his posture tense and his movements halted by the unexpected presence. His eyes conveyed a mixture of confusion and inquiry as he processed the twist in the situation. The scene conveyed the intensity of the moment, with surprise and uncertainty hanging in the air.
The person who had yelled at Miguel was an unlikely factor, an unforeseen variable that could alter the course of events. The scene captured this pivotal moment, where the dynamics of the confrontation were on the verge of changing due to the surprising entry of this third party.