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"Don’t worry, Root. We won’t let her touch you!" Alma said.
"Alma," Root groaned. "I am pathetic. This woman completely counters my own abilities, my own self. What sort of Goddess is this? Her body and soul emanate brilliance and life. She was once a goddess of harvest, and now she corrupts the very essence of her existence!"
"The very essence of my existence? I simply do not serve anybody now! I do as I desire, and nobody can stop now!"
Toyouke-Ōmikami laughed loudly, her familiars attacking the barrier constantly. The giant dragon slashed its claws against it, dealing the most damage.
"Callon, fire your cannons to distract those things! Hers, imbue your spatial power into my sword!" Alma said.
"I will!" Callon said, opening his hands to reveal giant cannons, charging energy and firing beams of divine power, bombarding the beasts and the endless withered nature, burning through it as much as he could.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
At the sa ti, Hers used his Spatial Magic, creating a veil of it and wrapping it around Knife in his sword form, maintaining its form.
"This is as much as I can do for now!" he said.
"Good enough!" Alma nodded.
She swung Knife down, and a gigantic slashing attack of Moonlight surged, splitting through the Withered Nature Dragon and blowing up most of the surroundings in the process.
Silence prevailed. For a mont, they believed this might have weakened her to so extent.
And yet.
"Fufufu, how wonderful."
She erged unscathed from the smoke. As she raised her hands, all the withered, burning plants rged into the sa dragon.
"ROOOAAAARRRR!"
The beast opened its wooden jaws, firing a gigantic breath attack composed of purple and black flas, shattering the barrier and sending everyone flying with a massive explosion.
BOOOMMM!!!
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"Where am I?"
Erald’s eyes opened, and he found himself sitting on a soft wooden floor, surrounded by paper doors. His head hit the ceiling accidentally, causing it to break open.
"Ouch. Hm?"
As he looked around, he quickly felt a strange black miasma adhering to his feathers. He tried to brush it off, but it only beca stickier and more annoying.
"What is this? Wait, where is everyone? Didn’t Drake manage to encapsulate everyone in his barrier?"
Erald was confused. He could have sworn that Drake had protected everyone with his barrier, and yet he was separated from the rest.
"Maybe it’s just and Ahia, Tyrannus and everyone else is safe? I hope so."
Erald sighed, looking around and trying to spread his Celestial Winds to survey the area. It worked, as he began to spread them rapidly throughout the surroundings.
The cursed miasma didn’t seem to affect the air itself, as the air was much lighter than the curse’s miasma. Therefore, Erald wasn’t as bothered.
However, his body was constantly covered by this miasma, and that was irritating.
"Hey, where do you think we are?" Erald wondered.
"Isn’t it obvious, dumbass? We’re inside that bearded human’s castle," his Alter Ego said. "I think he trapped us inside and separated us to kill us one by one."
"What?" Erald gasped.
"Are you so stupid as to not think for a second that he would do this?" the Alter Ego asked. "I an, he can control a whole dinsion, as you can see now. Trapping everyone inside a world he controls makes complete sense to ."
"I guess," Erald sighed. "Damn it, where’s everyone? I’ve already sent my winds over a kiloter, and nothing. How far are they all?"
"Probably an imnse distance. The one who governs this dinsion may have endlessly replicated these rooms, so you’re all isolated forever," the Alter Ego said.
"And how will I even get back to everyone? Ahia too! I’m worried!" Erald muttered, panicking for a mont. "Damn it! Everything was going so well. We were winning! All of us together."
"That’s why that bastard did what he did! He knew that if we were all together, it wouldn’t be so easy anymore," the Alter Ego said, scanning his surroundings. "Can’t you connect to the Draconic Records, teleport there, and then call Drake or the others through it?"
"I tried that already. This miasma just makes everything blurry and dense. Dinsional teleportation is impossible unless I beco one with this curse," Erald sighed. "But I already have you and the chaos spirits. I doubt I can take more than that."
"Hmm, there might be other ways," the Alter Ego said. "But for now. Huh?"
"What?" Erald quickly noticed sothing.
His Alter Ego fell silent, and after he asked "what?", he did the sa.
A presence had appeared out of nowhere.
He noticed because a shadow suddenly lood over him.
He looked up, finding a figure, soone.
A person.
Or sothing similar to that.
"So you’re my prey this ti? Indeed, you’re quite a beautiful bird. I wonder if I can make so fine clothes with your colorful feathers!"
"Prey? Who are you?" Erald asked.
Erald glanced at her, a giantess woman who seed strangely human, but he was sure no human had such a huge stature.
She had a curvy and youthful body, with long pink hair and bright erald eyes, along with a beautiful young face and an adorable smile.
Her hair was tied into two long ponytails, and she had a voluptuous chest. She confidently showcased her body by wearing clothes resembling both a Japanese kimono and belly dancer attire.
She held two large fans embedded with long, sharp blades in her hands, and she also wore a dancing, pink-colored, transparent scarf, Hagoromo, a divine garnt worn by deities of Zipangu. It was both a decoration and a weapon.
"You’re asking who I am? Fufufu! Hahaha!"
The woman laughed, and Erald quickly felt threatened. Her Aura surged, resembling pink winds spiraling around her, with pink flower petals flowing around her.
"Don’t let her touch you, dumbass!"
The Demonic Alter Ego quickly took control of Erald, who was still confused, and moved him out of the way before a storm of petals could strike him.
BOOOM!
The petals eroded through the floor, destroying it and leaving a large hole.
"Hmmm. You’re quite agile! Are you the one I heard has a demon inside? How interesting."
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