Elyra's voice slowly faded into the distance as she arrived at the threshold of the crimson and instantly slipped through like a shadow piercing water.
Behind her, Rukia shouted her name in anguish, but Elyra was already gone.
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~ Back to the Battlefield ~
Now, with every eye fixed on her descent, Elyra landed in the center of the broken ground. Dust and ash swirled around her like a miniature storm of emerald light scattering the crimson tint of the cocooned battlefield.
Victor stared at her through blurred eyes with a half-dazed expression. "What are you doing here...?" he muttered with a pained grin.
The air reeked of molten sulfur and blood. Smoke hissed in angry plumes where stone had melted from the brothers' volcanic spit.
Maro's massive form had been blasted away by Elyra's sword attack and his charred scales split as he rolled through shattered masonry.
Garo who was still standing before Victor whirled at Elyra with a roar.
