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Chapter 9 - Ep.9first major event

A sudden crack split the sky,

and the wind screamed like a chorus of forgotten souls.

Lisa's hand shot out instinctively,

grasping Noona's arm, pulling her behind the shattered remnants of a stone arch.

From the shadows emerged a figure cloaked in black mist,

eyes glowing like molten silver.

No words were spoken, only the sound of metal scraping stone.

The air thickened with an ancient magic,

one that seemed to hum with a life of its own.

"Lisa… it's here," Noona whispered,

her voice trembling yet steady.

Lisa's heart pounded—not from fear,

but from the recognition of a danger long foretold.

The figure took a step closer,

and the ground beneath their feet quivered.

The first battle of their journey

was about to begin,

not just for survival…

but for the fate of a world forgotten by time.

Lightning cracked across the sky, illuminating the black-cloaked figure for a brief, terrifying instant.

Lisa's hand glowed faintly, a pulse of ancient power surging from within her veins.

Noona's eyes shimmered like starlight, and with a single motion, a silver thread of magic leapt from her fingers, weaving around Lisa's wrist, forming a shield of glimmering light.

The enemy struck, claws slicing the air, leaving streaks of dark energy that hissed like fire meeting water.

Lisa twisted, dodging the attack, and the magic within her responded—an aura of twilight flaring, mingling with Noona's light.

Together, their powers intertwined, forming a force neither could summon alone.

"Hold on, Noona!" Lisa shouted, heart hammering.

"I won't let you fall," Noona replied, her voice steady, though her fingers shook as she reinforced the magic.

A moment of silence fell between attacks—just enough for them to realize:

this was no ordinary foe.

It had come for them, for the fragments of the star in Lisa's blood,

and for the secret they carried that could awaken or destroy the world.

The clash continued, sparks of twilight and silver light dancing across the ruined arch,

each strike a testament to the truth they were beginning to understand:

true strength was never forged alone.

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