Just as I was about to unleash my attack, my eyes opened wide at the spectacle unfolding. Saé, against all odds, managed to free herself from the clutches of the monster that held her captive. A dazzling victory for freedom over darkness.
Although the mystery surrounding her escape remained, a wave of relief washed over me when I saw her safe and sound. Her face, lit by a glimmer of determination, was an oasis in the desert of uncertainty.
Without further ado, I gave her a look of urgency. "Cover up," I intimated, sensing that the impending battle required protection. "I'll take care of them."
The words were spoken with a firmness tinged with concern. I was ready to face adversity, to deal with these fantastic creatures that seemed to emerge from many corners. With my fighting skills at stake, everything was converging towards that decisive moment when the battle had to be fought to ensure our survival.
Just as I expected Saé to nod and take cover, she shook her head with determination. Her eyes reflected a fierce will, a resistance to being relegated to a passive role.
"No, Bun," she declared, her resolute voice cutting through the uncertainty-laden air. "I'm not going to let you handle everything alone. I want to be active in this battle, not just a helpless spectator."
I tried to reassure her that I had prepared all the cards to face these dark creatures, but her gaze remained unyielding. She shook her head with a hint of exasperation, and her words carried the weight of her deep desire.
"I don't want to be the girl to be saved every time, Bun," she articulated with unusual intensity. A gleam of frustration lit up in her eyes, as if she'd had enough of playing the role of the damsel in distress, waiting to be saved by a hero.
This statement resonated with me, evoking the all-too-many video game clichés where the princess waits helplessly for the superhero to come and save her. Saé refused to fit into this predictable pattern. She wanted to be an active force, a fighter in her own story. A wave of respect mixed with a hint of admiration washed over me in the face of her determination.
My hand came to rest once more on her shoulder, a light pressure meant to reassure. "Saé," I murmured, trying to appease her desire to actively participate. "You're not just a spectator. You're an active spectator, watching with intent."
I threw her an encouraging smile, hoping my words might alleviate her fears. After reiterating the importance of protecting myself, I detached myself from her and threw myself into the fray, ready to take on the dark creatures that were growing in number. Battle was imminent, but this time Saé wasn't just a figure to be saved. She was an active spectator, a witness to the action, and perhaps, in her own way, a force that could change the course of our destiny.
The first exchanges were fluid, my movements synchronized with my mastery of combat. The fantastic creatures seemed to hesitate before my calculated attacks, but their growing numbers began to create inextricable chaos. My movements were a rapid dance, a precise choreography dictated by instinct and mastery.
However, as the battle intensified, the situation changed. The creatures, initially destabilized, began to coordinate their attacks. Their aggression grew fiercer, and the dance became a chaotic confrontation.
I was surrounded, a dark tide of hostile creatures converging on me. My movements became more jerky, my mastery of combat showing its limits. Every blow I landed was counterbalanced by a new threat emerging from the darkness.
Tiredness set in, and doubt crept into my mind. The cards I'd prepared seemed to lose their effectiveness. My movements became slow, anticipated by the creatures who seemed to read my every move.
Suddenly, a massive creature emerged from the shadows, its brute strength dwarfing the others. Caught off guard, I found myself in a critical situation. Converging attacks left me little room to dodge. The flashes of failing mastery dissipated in the tense air.
Altered reality claimed its toll, plunging me into a vortex of uncertainty.
In this swirl of phantasmagorical creatures, Saé's determined silhouette stood out from the shadows. With a knife slipped between her fingers, she bravely entered the fray. However, her intrusion did not escape the attention of the monsters, who, like predators sensing vulnerable prey, turned their attention to her.
The knife, probably salvaged from a corpse, became her only defence. The monsters surrounded her, a dark tide threatening to engulf her at any moment. My own fight had become a desperate struggle, preventing me from intervening effectively.
I felt a shiver of impotence as Saé fought valiantly, isolated in this turmoil. Her gaze met mine, a gleam of determination mixed with a silent question. Was it my fault she found herself in this perilous situation?
Guilt gripped me, a weight on my shoulders. My inability to protect her was creating deep anguish. The question persisted in my tormented mind: would Saé have to pay the price for my temerity?
The scene unfolded like a nightmare, a macabre ballet in which Saé, despite her bravery, found herself powerless. The monsters, greedy and voracious, pounced on her like hungry shadows eager to devour all light.
My gaze was riveted on this chaotic spectacle, my helplessness weighing like a heavy chain around my being. Screams of agony echoed through the air, amplifying the despair I felt. Every second stretched out in silent torment, letting the chaos devour whatever hope remained.
I wanted to intervene, to rescue Saé from this unexpected horror, but my limbs seemed frozen by an invisible force. My hands outstretched, a mute cry muffled in my throat, I could only watch, powerless in the face of this tragedy unfolding before me. Despair took hold, a cold shadow that eclipsed all hope of victory.
Just as I was sinking into despair, believing that giving up was the only option, a surprising energy imbued with a pink aura burst forth in the midst of the chaos. The monsters, until then assured of victory, were violently ejected, pushed back by an unsuspected force.
An intense, overpowering burst of pink light swept through the darkness. My eyes widened in disbelief at this providential intervention. Something extraordinary had just happened, but I couldn't understand the origin of this powerful aura.
When the light faded, Saé was standing amidst the debris of the attack, the knife still clutched in his determined hand. Despite a few scratches, her gaze was imbued with an imposing quality I'd never seen before. She had become the beacon that dispelled the darkness, a force to which the darkness itself had to yield.
The scene amazed me and filled me with new energy. The seeming impossibility of the situation had just been overturned by Saé's indomitable strength. It was a moment when hope rose from the ashes, fueled by the unshakeable determination of this unexpected heroine.
Saé's unshakeable will acted like a balm on my tormented spirit, rekindling the hope I'd almost lost. Inspired by her determination, I finally managed to free myself from the clutches of the monsters. They seemed distracted by the extraordinary scene that had just unfolded before them.
Running towards Saé, I felt relief wash over me as I saw her on her feet, resolute despite the scratches that testified to her fierce battle. "Stay behind me," I insisted, my voice laced with concern. "I'm going to face them."
However, instead of giving in, Saé stepped to the front of the line, walking past me with a newfound confidence. His actions spoke louder than words, expressing his determination not to stand back any longer.
The scene before me defied logic. Saé, with a newfound confidence, threw herself into the fight like an irresistible force. The monsters that had surrounded us were eliminated one after the other, like disjointed puppets.
A mixture of astonishment and confusion washed over me. It was as if Saé had suddenly acquired superhuman power, stealing the show in this battle I had thought I had to fight alone. Every movement was fluid, every attack precise, eradicating the threat hovering around us.
I stood there, almost motionless, unable to understand how Saé had been able to transcend the limits of altered reality. Monsters that had once seemed insurmountable had been reduced to impotence before her.
What Bun didn't know was that Saé had just unleashed her "spotlight". In this new world, the 'Spotlight' was a special ability, similar to an ultimate attack often found in video games. Each solver had its own spotlight, a unique ability that could be activated under specific conditions.
In Saé's case, her spotlight was called "The 90% Clover". This ability gave her a 90% probability of success in any action she undertook, but only for a period of two minutes.
This exceptional gift only manifested itself in critical situations, when Saé found herself in mortal danger. It was as if she were in a universe where success was virtually guaranteed. And so, in this chaotic battle, the 90% Shamrock had been released, turning Saé into an unstoppable force that had erased the threat facing them.
The mysterious voice echoed in my subconscious again, and instinctively I raised my hands to my head. Its words seemed to carry an enigmatic echo, but this time they were of the utmost importance, shedding light on the grey areas surrounding recent events.
The information delivered by this mystical channel penetrated my mind, shedding new light on Saé's power. The details slowly unfolded, and a clearer understanding emerged in the tumult of my thoughts. The voice, guardian of esoteric knowledge, had dispelled some of the mystery that shrouded Saé's actions, shedding light on the singular nature of this power.
In the space of a few seconds, Saé's aura had taken on an almost superhuman dimension. The mysterious voice had revealed the inner workings of her exceptional power, momentarily eclipsing my own exploits. It was as if she had borrowed the main stage, deploying an extraordinary ability that had redefined the balance of our battle.
My own actions seemed to pale in comparison to Saé's manifest power. The 90% Clover, that unique skill, had lent her intervention a grace and effectiveness beyond comprehension. A strange duality had emerged, between wonder at her newly revealed strength and a slight sense of loss as to my own role in this evolving story.