She had to catch up to him while also increase her points.
''I can't lose this time, definitely can't lose.'' she focused on the monsters in front of her.
The battle reached a crescendo. The three spectral guardians, their forms battered but unbroken, converged on Lilith. Their attack was a symphony of destruction, a convergence of elemental forces designed to obliterate their opponent.
Lilith, her body a conduit for raw energy, met the onslaught with a counterattack of her own. Her sword, a weapon of unparalleled power, sliced through the heart of the spectral maelstrom. Space itself seemed to bend to her will, creating rifts that swallowed the spirits whole.
The clash of wills was a spectacle of cosmic proportions. The forest, caught in the crossfire, was reduced to a wasteland. Trees were uprooted, the ground cracked and scorched. But Lilith, her focus unwavering, stood her ground.
