In the realm of Light and Hell, Emilia stood resolutely, facing the two Ranked Ones: Lythra, Ranked Six, the Lady of Hell, and Nyssra, Ranked Ten, the embodiment of pure Light. "Sister," Nyssra said, looking at Emilia in surprise. "Wouldn't it be unfair for us to fight her?"
"True," Lythra smiled coldly. "Who among us would fight her?"
Before they could decide, Emilia stepped forward and said with an eerie calm, "There's no need."
The two sisters exchanged bewildered glances. "What do you mean?" Nyssra asked.
Emilia raised her head, and her energy began to surge. In the next moment, a sacred aura and demonic energy erupted around her simultaneously. The sisters recoiled in astonishment. "This... is impossible!" Lythra cried.
But the real shock was yet to come. Pure white wings sprouted from Emilia back, while dark red demonic horns grew from her head. Her clothes transformed into a unique armor, combining four colors: black, white, yellow, and red.
In her hands were two swords. The first radiated light and holiness. The second pulsed with the energy of hell and demonism. Lythra whispered in astonishment, "So… you performed the ritual."
"Yes… but not as you know it," Emilia replied calmly.
"What do you mean?" Nyssra asked anxiously.
Emilia smiled mysteriously. "I am not one person… I am a fusion."
Then she added, "A fusion of the two sisters… Camellia and Eliza."
In an instant, her body vanished. The sisters didn't even notice the movement of the air. Suddenly, Emilia was behind Nyssra. Her holy sword slashed through Nyssra chest.
Time froze. Lythra stood helpless, unable to move against the terrifying speed. Slowly, Emilia withdrew her sword, blood gushing from Nyssra body. "Wonderful…" Emilia said, the demonic energy beginning to take hold of her.
Then she whispered, "I've never felt this way before… the feeling of killing a living being."
She turned to Lythra, her eyes blazing with a bloodthirsty thirst. "Have you ever felt this way?"
Lythra shuddered. She looked down at her sister lying on the ground, blood gushing from her, until Nyssra breathed her last. Lythra let out a piercing scream, forged two lava daggers, and charged frantically at Emilia.
But without looking up, Emilia blocked the attack with her swords, then delivered a violent kick that sent Lythra flying. "I won't kill you now," Emilia said, her voice growing darker.
Then she smiled terrifyingly. "I'll enjoy you for a little while… and when I've had enough, I'll rip your head off."
In the realm of the whirlwind, the sky itself was being torn apart by the battle. Kyle was facing the fourth-ranked player, Draven.
In his hand, Kyle had formed his hammer, each strike of which ignited the sky with blue sparks of lightning. Draven wielded a black axe, surrounded by swirling rings of wind.
Their speeds were nearly equal. They traded blows in the air, flitting from place to place with each impact. A crash, a thunderclap, a whirlwind.
Suddenly, Kyle gathered his energy, creating a massive tornado that engulfed him and his opponent. Draven scrambled around, finding no escape. Then, Kyle enveloped his hammer in aura and vanished. He reappeared in front of Draven in an instant. He delivered a direct blow to Draven chest, and lightning exploded in all directions.
Both fell to the ground, exhausted, their energy nearly depleted. Kyle struggled to his feet and advanced toward Draven to finish him off. But Draven smiled bitterly and thought to himself, "Damn it… how could I lose to this kid? If it weren't for the seals placed on my energy before I was transported to the Abyss prison… this wouldn't have happened."
Then his eyes widened: "Yes… that's it!"
He gathered what little energy he had left and shot toward the sky. Kyle yelled, "Are you running away, you coward?!"
He charged after him, lightning flashing all around him.