As Tamara and Sarah stepped through the portal from the Ancient Vampires Wizard Temple and found themselves in the cold, desolate streets of Uptown, they sensed the gravity of their new surroundings. It wasn't just any random place, it was where the Drink Blood Walkers Society had gathered, preparing for their next assault on what little remained of the city's defenses. Three of the Master Carriers—scientists responsible for unsealing the Dark Powers from the Hurks Forest, were also at the location. Their presence only made the air heavier, the atmosphere tinged with an evil that both Tamara and Sarah could feel. A bag had materialized with them, and Tamara wasted no time. Opening, it revealed two Ammon costumes and weapons. She chose a red body-tight suit, her fingers grazing the hilt of a two-handed sword as if it were made for her. Sarah, with her sharp magical instincts, opted for the black costume and an arrow gun, leading them cautiously into the heart of the enemy's camp. The streets may have been quiet, but the impending danger was clear as they approached the lair of the Drink Blood Walkers. Uptown was barely holding on; only the Government Reserve area and the Government House remained, as the military had pulled back, feeling the weight of defeat. Tamara's heart raced, knowing that every moment counted. They made their move just as the Drink Blood Walkers, with their wild, violent energy, prepared to attack, leaving only the three Master Carriers, Scientist Benson, Scientist Clara, and Scientist Lilith, behind to tend to their dark rituals. Inside the camp, Benson dragged a terrified captive into their small temple, her cries echoing off the stone walls. Just as he was about to make the sacrificial cut, Tamara appeared, her voice cold and commanding. Game over, she said, distracting scientist Benson, who was about to spin apart the woman's throat for Sacrifice. Immediately at the sound of Tamara's voice, scientist Benson turned around in anger. Who are you, he shouted. I am the girl here to stop you from killing that woman, she pointed at the terrified woman in the grip of Scientist Benson. Immediately, Benson signed to Clara and Lilith to attack Tamara. Immediately, both ladies swing into action.
Tamara barely had time to draw her sword before she was forced into a frantic duel, blocking strikes from both Clara and Lilith, who attacked with swift precision. The clash of steel against steel echoed through the dark chamber, and Tamara found herself struggling to maintain her footing. Clara wielded twin blades with deadly grace, while Lilith, her hands crackling with dark magic, sent bursts of energy that Tamara barely dodged. Tamara gritted her teeth, swinging her two-handed sword in wide arcs to keep them at bay. But the two women were relentless, their attacks in perfect synchronization, forcing her to retreat step by step. Every time Tamara parried one of Clara's strikes, Lilith would hurl a blast of magic toward her, making it impossible to focus on just one enemy. Across the room, Sarah and Scientist Benson were locked in a magical duel of their own. Benson's dark spells surged toward Sarah, who deflected them with shimmering barriers of light. The air between them crackled with power as energy blasts collided, shaking the ground beneath their feet. Benson sneered, his voice filled with menace. You cannot win, Sarah, he taunted. Join us, and together, we can control this city! You were once part of us, after all! Sarah's eyes flared with determination. "I will never join you," she spat. I may have been one of you once, but that person is gone. I am fighting for the good of this city now! As they exchanged blasts of magic, Sarah noticed Tamara struggling to fend off Clara and Lilith. Benson smirked, seeing her hesitation. You're outnumbered, Sarah. The darkness will always be stronger! But Sarah wasn't deterred. She focused her energy, summoning a surge of power and knocked Benson backwards with a blast of pure light. He crashed to the ground, momentarily stunned. Without wasting a second, Sarah turned and rushed toward Tamara, who was barely holding on against her two attackers. With a swift movement, Sarah raised her hand, and an icy chill filled the room. She cast a freezing spell toward Lilith, and the dark sorceress froze mid-strike, her magic flickering in the air as her body stiffened. Tamara, seizing the opportunity, spun on her heel and plunged her sword into Lilith's throat, her blade cutting through flesh and bone. Lilith collapsed to the ground, her body twitching before going still. Tamara breathed heavily, her muscles aching from the relentless combat. But there was no time to rest. Clara, enraged by the death of her companion, launched herself at Tamara with a scream, her blades flashing through the air. Tamara barely managed to block the attack, but the force of it sent her staggering backwards. Sarah, meanwhile, was focused on something else—Lilith's frozen body. The magic that had once surged through Lilith was now trying to escape, moving toward her hand. Sarah quickly pulled out a container and, with precision, placed it in Lilith's hand. The dark energy streamed into the container, and as soon as the last wisp of magic was captured, Sarah locked it tight. Got it! Sarah shouted, rushing to Tamara's side. Together, they faced Clara, who now stood alone. Her eyes burned with anger as she stared at Tamara and Sarah. Though sweat dripped down her face, she held her twin blades tightly. "You think you've won?" Clara spat. Killing Lilith changes nothing. You have no idea what's coming for you. Tamara steadied herself, lifting her sword. "We know enough," she said coolly. "And if we have to stop you one by one, we will." Clara's face twisted into a sneer. With a sharp motion, she spun her blades and charged forward. Tamara and Sarah moved together—Tamara blocking Clara's fierce attacks with her sword while Sarah circled, her arrow gun drawn. Steel clashed loudly as Tamara met Clara's strikes head-on. Clara attacked with incredible speed, her blades cutting dangerously close. But Tamara held her ground, her sword meeting each blow, sending sparks flying in the dim light. Sarah watched for an opening, keeping her aim steady. Clara's full attention was on Tamara, too blinded by anger to notice Sarah positioning herself. In a split second, Sarah loosed an arrow, which flew through the air, glowing with energy. The arrow hit Clara's shoulder, piercing through her armor. She cried out, dropping one of her blades and stumbling backwards. Gripping her wounded shoulder, she glared at them, refusing to give in. But with a snarl, she charged at Tamara again. But Tamara was prepared this time. She quickly sidestepped the assault and executed a swift, decisive move, swinging her sword upward. The blade sliced cleanly through Clara's arm, causing her to scream in pain as she dropped her remaining weapon and fell to her knees. Clara clutched the bloody stump, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "You… won't… stop him," she gasped, her defiance wavering as she began to weaken.
Tamara stood over her, sword still at the ready but lowered slightly. "It's over, Clara," she said firmly. "You've lost." As Clara's body slumped forward, she collapsed onto the cold stone floor, lifeless. Tamara released a deep breath, the weight of the battle starting to lift.
Sarah rushed to Tamara's side, her eyes locked on Clara's lifeless body. "We did it," she said softly, a mix of exhaustion and relief washing over her. "But what do we do now?" Tamara shifted her focus to the danger looming at the far end of the room. "Now we confront Benson," she replied, her voice steady with determination. "We can't let him escape." Mr Benson on the other side of the room, standing at his altar vocking demonic powers into himself, preparing for the battle against Sarah, the power of light. Laughter echoed through the chamber, causing both girls to tense. You think you can stop me? You've just taken down one of my best! You're in way over your head! Tamara tightened her grip on her sword, resolving the hardening within her. You've caused enough suffering, Benson. This ends here. With a flick of his wrist, Benson summoned dark energy that swirled around him like a storm. "You're foolish to challenge me," he sneered. "I command the power of the Dark Forces!" The air crackled with tension as Tamara and Sarah prepared for what lay ahead. "We won't back down," Sarah declared, raising her arrow gun. "You may have power, but we have each other." Together, we can defeat you, Tamara added, stepping forward, her sword gleaming ominously in the dim light. Benson sneered, his dark energy intensifying. Foolish girls. I'll enjoy watching you fall. With that, he unleashed a blast of dark magic towards them. Tamara quickly raised her sword, deflecting the energy just in time. The impact sent shock waves through the room, rattling the walls and sending debris crashing to the ground."We need to distract him," Tamara urged, scanning the room for a plan. "Sarah, be ready to fire when he's vulnerable!"
As the battle raged on, Mr. Benson proved to be overwhelmingly strong. He and Sarah were locked in a fierce magical duel, their powers colliding with crackling energy. Each time Tamara tried to step in, Benson would effortlessly knock her back with a flick of his hand. Frustration and exhaustion weighed on her, but she wasn't ready to give up. Then, at one crucial moment, Benson used his dark magic to lift Sarah into the air. Her feet dangled helplessly above the ground, and she began gasping for breath as his power closed around her throat, choking the life out of her. Tamara saw the panic in Sarah's eyes and rushed toward Benson, hoping to intervene. But Benson turned his focus on her, too, and suddenly Tamara was lifted off the ground, struggling to breathe. As the air left her lungs, Tamara realized they were losing, and fast. In a desperate last attempt, she reached for the bangle on her arm, the one Henry had given her. With the little strength she had left, she touched the bangle and whispered Henry's name. In an instant, a portal ripped open beside them, and Henry emerged in his full magical form. His presence was terrifying, his power unmistakable. Without a word, he unleashed a blast of energy that sent Mr. Benson flying across the room. Immediately, Sarah and Tamara fell to the ground, gasping for breath, their chests heaving from the strain. Benson staggered to his feet, visibly agitated and turning to face the new threat. But Henry was far too powerful. With a simple motion, he lifted Benson off the ground with his magic, his feet dangling helplessly just like Sarah's moments before. This time, it was Benson who was choking, his face contorted in fear and rage. Tamara saw her chance. With a surge of adrenaline, she grabbed her sword and charged forward, driving the blade straight into Benson's chest. Benson's eyes widened in shock before his body went limp. He collapsed to the ground, lifeless. Without hesitation, Sarah pulled out the container she had used before and captured the dark power that had been inside Benson, sealing it away. The room was silent except for the sound of their heavy breathing. Tamara turned to Henry, gratitude clear in her eyes. Thank you. You came just in time. Henry nodded. "You're welcome." He then looked at Sarah. You know what's next, right? Three powers have been sealed, but three more remain. Two are still here in Uptown, and one is in Hollow Creek. You need to find them. Henry opened a portal with a wave of his hand, pointing to it. Go now. Time is running out. Tamara and Sarah exchanged a look before stepping into the portal. As they disappeared, Henry vanished into the postal, leaving the battlefield empty once more.