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Aquarina, Justicio, Silvia, and Pyuku stepped forward, ready to face the final challenge of the Inheritance.
"Good! Looks like you've all chosen to fight," the Ancestor said with a nod, his aura flaring with such intensity that the very air trembled. "The rules are simple. You may use any power at your disposal—magic, familiars, weapons, anything. I'll do the same. If I knock all of you down, you're out. But if you can push me to the point where I can no longer fight or lose consciousness, then you win."
The trio exchanged glances—no, the quartet, as Pyuku emerged behind them, his many tentacles unfurling like banners in the wind. He positioned himself as support, ready to assist the others however he could.
"Alright, let's do this, old man," Aquarina said, gripping her dagger tightly—the one Sylphy had gifted her. "You're going to regret saying that!"
"Heh, that's the spirit, you damn brats! Gahahahahah!"
