Isolde's knees buckled. She dropped to the ground, her chest heaving, her breath coming in sharp, ragged gasps. The black petals around her flickered, their edges growing faint as the strain of the Black Rose Eternity mode finally caught up with her.
"Hahh... hah... feel that... you muscle-brained fool..."
Reith's eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper as he stared at the vortex consuming Deiora's form.
"Is it... is it over...?"
The demon soldiers stood frozen, their faces pale with disbelief. Their chants had died in their throats, replaced by a stunned, horrified silence.
Celine's voice cracked, her composure finally shattering.
"Impossible... Lord Deiora..."
Lilith straightened slowly, brushing dust from her sleeve. Her crimson eyes swept over the frozen demon soldiers, a cold, satisfied smile curling her lips.
