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The Paralyth let out another unearthly shriek, its serpent-like form twisting and distorting the very mist around it. As Isolde's spear withdrew, the wound quickly mended, threads of starlight knitting the flesh back together like it had barely been touched. Its eyes pulsed again—this time faster, more agitated—as if realizing these three were not as easily broken as the others who came before.
Vivienne, still trembling, struggled to keep Dreamtide stable. The shimmering veil of dreamlike energy wavered as the pressure mounted again. "I-I can't hold it much longer!" she cried, voice breaking.
"You're doing great, Vivienne. Just a bit more!" Verena encouraged, despite her own heart hammering inside her chest. The suffocating force was relentless, like unseen hands constantly trying to pull her into paralysis. But she refused to stop.
