anwhile, Sucuria, Julia and Druscilla, all stood on their knees, their slender figures busted by injuries as they stared at Akamana. Elektra and co. stood a step behind, and though she too had gotten a dose of Mithras' Perfect Juice, she had to admit that the current Akamana stood in a league of her own. Unmatched by any but the likes of Hadubrangr and Aurelian.
Three Queens of the Blood, defeated without breaking a sweat. Granted Sucuria had not yet summoned her Abominations, the combination of three queens shouldn't have produced such catastrophic results. Yet as they knelt at Akamana's feet, the three had to acknowledge…that all their abilities combined were no match for the Grand Priestess.
"Girls… oopsie," Sucuria said, dark flas filling her eyes as astronomical levels of divine power erupted from her form. The Twins' eyes stretched wide, their cheeks paling as a dark crystal spire erged from Sucuria's chest, now hovering in her palm.
Even Akamana lost her composure, and without hesitation, she snapped her fingers, altering space and isolating her crew from Sucuria's clutches.
"As if your little Dinsional Seal could stop Ahriman's Heart of Malice. Akamana, you know better," Sucuria sneered, and tapped the crystal spire, firing a blast of concentrated darkness that ripped through the isolated dinsion and forced Akamana to take a step back.
"How did you get your hands on that thing?" Recognizing Ahriman's legendary artifact—the true Heart of Maice—Akamana's eyes narrowed, and she gnawed her teeth, cursing herself for failing to see through Sucuria and Ahriman's connections.
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