Lily's sword was filled with white energy, and Juri's sword was filled with red energy. The clash between them was terrifying.
The sword fight between them grew more intense.
Strike after strike, their power kept increasing.
Their speed was so fast that it looked like lightning flashing through the air.
Suddenly, Juri made a powerful strike. Her sword touched Lily's clothes and tore them apart.
Lily shouted—"Bitch!"
Lily counterattacked, and her sword also ripped through Juri's garments.
Juri screamed—"Lily… how long will you keep fighting? Why don't you ask for sweet death instead?"
Their battle became even more furious.
Snehal, standing nearby, was watching their dreadful forms and was deeply worried for Lily.
Now, not only were their swords clashing, but with every strike their garments were also being torn apart.
Juri had started it, but now Lily was not going to back down.
Juri swung her sword fast and struck Lily's thigh.
The cut was so deep that blood flowed like a fountain.
Before Lily could recover, Juri made another strike—this time on her hand.
The wound was so strong that Lily's grip loosened, and her sword fell to the ground with a loud sound.
Lily, holding her pain, gritted her teeth and said—
"You fool… how long can you hold this power?"
Juri laughed coldly and cruelly—
"Ha… ha…"
Lily's eyes burned with anger. She roared—
"Fool! One day you will surely understand the real price of a host!"
Then Lily picked up her fallen sword again.
And from that moment, the fight became even more terrible.
Now every strike carried destruction inside it.
The swords clashed with such force that the air felt like it was tearing apart.
Every clash echoed like the bell of death.
The earth shook, and deep cracks spread across the ground.
The nearby forest turned into a scene of destruction.
Trees shook from their roots, and stormy winds blew everywhere.
The battle of red and white energy spread to the sky, as if the two warriors were not only fighting each other, but were tearing apart the whole world.
This was no longer just a fight—
It was a terrifying dance, where every clash sounded like a message of death.
Just then, Jury stabbed Lily in the stomach.
Lily screamed in pain and fell down, landing near Snehwal.
Now Lily was lying on the ground beside Snehwal.
Snehwal held her in fear.
But the fear was not of Lily…
The fear was of Jury—
that she might kill them both forever.
Juri walked forward toward Snehal and Lily.
She said loudly—
"Lily! You can still save yourself. Why don't you kill your host?
Are you waiting to die?"
Lily looked at Snehal with wet eyes.
She touched his cheek with her hand and said softly—
"No… this will never happen."
Lily tried to stand up.
She wanted to fight again, but her wounds were too deep.
When she tried to rise, she fell back on the ground in pain.
Seeing this, Snehal looked into her eyes.
He ran, lifted Lily in his arms, and said with a strong voice—
"I will do everything for you.
Today I take this oath… I will never let you be hurt like this again."
Juri laughed coldly and said—
"What kind of love is this?
A Yakshini and her host!
It means nothing… you both will die forever."
She raised her sword and stepped forward, ready to strike.
But Snehal, holding Lily in his arms, only smiled—
as if no fear was left inside him.
In his hand, a sharp stone was shining.
That stone had the power of teleport.
Without wasting time, Snehal crushed it in his hand.
At once, a bright light flashed.
Smoke spread in the air, and a portal opened.
Juri screamed in anger—
"No!!"
But it was too late.
Lily and Snehal had already gone inside the portal.
Only Juri was left there—crying.
She had lost her host and also failed to kill Lily.
Juri had killed her own host, Atoga, by draining out all his power.
Her foolishness now turned into tears in her eyes.
She fell to the ground and cried bitterly.
Evening was falling, the sky was full of red light,
and in that lonely place only Juri's weeping could be heard.
She had understood—she had lost everything.
On the other side…
In the north, there was a small town with a simple house.
Inside one room of that house, Lily lay on the bed, groaning in pain.
Her body still had those deep wounds given by Juri.
At the door stood an old woman.
She was very old, with a bent body, a stick in her hand,
and thick white hair falling over her face.
She silently looked at Lily—her eyes full of fear and worry.
Maybe she did not understand who this strange girl was,
and who the young man was that had brought her here.
Inside the room, Snehal was sitting near Lily.
He was carefully looking at her wounds.
In a soft voice he said,
"Everything will be fine.
The wounds are deep, but not in any dangerous place.
You will easily survive… your heart is safe."
Lily slowly opened her eyes with a weak groan.
Only a faint breath came from her lips—
she was not in a condition to speak yet.