Roselle faced the grim reality that her lightning affinity was iive against Sylra’s Earth-based defenses, fear g her. With Risebelle tending to Runebelle and no immediate support avaible, she found herself alone in a daunting frontation.

  Her natural strength, while formidable, couldn’t pensate for the overwhelming power Sylra possessed. The odds were stacked against her, and the weight of the situation pressed upon her syic heart. Still, Roselle refused to succumb to despair.

  In the midst of the intetle against Sylra, Roselle’s mind raced with a flurry of thoughts aions. She felt the weight of her sisters’ safety on her shoulders, and the realization that her lightning affinity was iive against Sylra’s Earth-based defenses had left her in a dire situation.

  ‘I ’t believe this... My lightning powers are useless against her. What do I do now? How do I protect my sisters?’

  The fear of failing her sisters cwed at Roselle’s heart.

  “I ’t give up. I won’t. Even without my lightning, I have my strength, determination and… lifeforce! I’m not depleted yet. I won’t let Sylra or the Magical Academy succeed. I’ll find a way. I have to!”

  Roselle re-focused otle at hand and was ready to face Sylra head-on. She tried to adapt to the situation and do whatever it took to thwart the Academy’s pns.

  Sylra, with her rough demeanor and aggressive fighting style, had been giving the impression of a fierd relentless oppo. However, her demeanor suddenly shifted. She lowered her mage cloak, revealing a bck shirt that exposed part of her body, showg her toned physique.

  Sylra’s words came with a hint of amusement as she revealed her true iions. “You thought I was going all out, little girl? That I had shown you the extent of my strength?” She chuckled darkly and made a casual gesture, as if bored by the battle. Then, to Roselle’s surprise, Sylra ched her fist and delivered a powerful punch to her own abdomen.

  The impact was astonishing. Sylra’s body was as hard as rocks, and the punch seemed to have no effe her at all. It was a dispy of incredible physical resiliehat left Roselle stunned.

  “You see that? Yhtning powers were useless from the start. You should have seen this ing and ran away like a little bitch, but don’t be too mad, little girl. Yical power is fake anyway, just like you. A reaper like me was bound to e for you eventually.”

  Roselle ched her fists at the words of Sylra.

  Sylra rushed at Roselle with devastating punches. Roselle had no choice but to rely on her lightning affinity to boost her speed and evade the relentless onsught. Her body sparkled with energy as she moved with lightning-like reflexes, narrowly avoiding Sylra’s powerful strikes.

  Each punch from Sylra sent shockwaves through the air and the force behind them was enough to shatter the sah Roselle’s feet. She danced around the attacks, her movements a blur as she used her lightning affinity to enhance her agility.

  Roselle’s blue eyes focused intensely on Sylra’s every move, her mind processing the rapid series of punches and kicks. ‘Defense Roselle!’ She said in her mind. She couldn’t afford to get hit by Sylra’s devastating blows, and her lightning-enhanced speed was her best ter towards the situation.

  Despite her best efforts, Roselle couldirely evade Sylra’s attacks. The occasional strike grazed her skin, causing sparks to fly as she winced in pain.

  Roselle searched for an opening, a moment when Sylra’s guard would be at its lowest. It seemed like a challenging task but Roselle had no choice but try to find the ot.

  Roselle moved with increasing speed. She soon noticed a surge of energy c through her body. It was as if her lightning affinity was responding to her heighteate of adrenaline. With newfound fidence, she decided to attempt to strike back at Sylra.

  With lightning-fast movements, Roselle unched a series of attacks aimed at Sylra’s face. She struck with precision and speed while moving like a blur; however, to her frustration, the attacks seemed to have no effe Sylra’s hardened body.

  Sylra, with an almost mog grin, absorbed Roselle’s strikes without fling. It was clear that her Earth affinity had granted her unparalleled durability, rendering Roselle’s attacks futile.

  Roselle wasn’t deterred. She tio unleash a flurry of strikes, trying different angles and teiques, hoping to find a weakness in Sylra’s defenses. But each attempt met with the same result—a resolute Sylra, seemingly impervious to harm.

  Realizing that a direct frontation with Sylra was fruitless, Roselle quickly shifted her tactics. She evaded Sylra’s attack with lightning reflexes areated to gain some distance.

  In a moment of frustration and realization, Roselle spoke aloud. “If only I could get to Runebelle or Risebelle. Runebelle could ge her element, and Risebelle’s water affinity might have been a better match against Sylra’s earth magic.”

  Sylra’s lips curled into a malicious grin as she extended her hand to touch the sandy grouh her. Her as were shrouded in mystery as she cealed her true i. With a taunting tone, she called out to Roselle, her voice dripping with mockery.

  “e forward, little Roselle,” Sylra shouted. “You’re a disappoi, you know? Thalindra lost to the likes of you, and if she were at her full power, you wouldn’t even have be able to scratch her. Then there’s your sister, Runebelle, so easily ed by darkness, always needing Risebelle to babysit her. A’s not fet your dear creator Kintovar, who made nothing but trash creations.”

  Sylra’s words were like daggers, aimed at Roselle’s pride and self-worth. Roselle felt her rage ing towards the surface. She gred at Sylra while trying to suppress it.

  “What do you know?” Roselle shouted at Sylra,“You don’t know the first thing about Dr. Kintovar! She’s not a worthless stist, and we’re not trash creations! I won’t let you bad mouth her!”

  Sylra’s cruel ughter filled the air as she respoo Roselle’s outburst. “Oh, but we do know, little Roselle. We know that after this battle, all it takes is one energy bst to strike down Kintovar. That’s how weak she is now, and when I’m doh you, that’s exactly what I’m going to do to her.”

  The words hit Roselle like a punch to the gut. The thought of Kintovar, their creator being in danger sent a surge of fear and hatred c through her. She struggled to maintain trol over her emotions but her magical power tio rise, reag 150%, then 175%. Her Lightning briefly fshed red. She could feel the immense energy building withihreatening to overflow.

  Roselle khat if she allowed her rage to e her, she might reach the dangerous threshold of 200% magical power, a level that would leave her drained and vulnerable. But it became increasingly difficult.

  She took a deep breath, trying to rein in her emotions to no avail. Her Anger only increased the more she had to look and focus on Sylra.

  Roselle’s lightning affinity respoo her heightened e.

  Sylra noticed a brief shift in Roselle’s lightning from yellow to red, she couldn’t resist taunting her further. “What’s the matter, little lightning girl? ’t handle a little heat?” Her tone was dripping with dession, a deliberate attempt to provoke Roselle into an attack.

  Roselle’s trol was teetering on the edge as Sylra’s insults tio mount. The powerthat had been simmering withihreateo boil over. Her magical power surged again, and this time, her lightning did shift to a fiery red for a moment.

  With a ferocity, Roselle shouted, “You’ve pushed me far enough!” In that moment, Roselle unleashed the full extent of her power which turned her lightning into a bzing red inferno. She unched herself at Sylra with the fmes of her attagulfing her fists. Roselle let out a war cry.

  As Roselle lu Sylra with her fiery attack, she suddenly felt the grouh her shift and give way. Before she could react, her feet sank into the ground, and she found herself trapped in a rapidly f pool of quid.

  Panig, Roselle struggled to pull herself free but the quid seemed to draw her back to the ter. Her fiery attack dissipated as she focused all her efforts on esg the trap. The more she struggled, the deeper she sank, and it became clear that Sylra had set this trap in advance, baiting Roselle into it.

  Sylra, with a sinister grin, watched as Roselle struggled in the quid. “Caught in your own fiery rage, are you?” she taunted. “It seems that yer has led you into my little trap. You’re not going anywhere now.”

  Roselle gritted her teeth, her frustration mounting as she realized the gravity of her situation.

  Meanwhile, Risebelle tile against the suffog grasp of Arlysa’s darkness with her faever ging from the sadness kept upon it. The darkness seemed relentless, and for a moment, it felt like she might be overwhelmed.

  Arlysa, her dark aura pulsating with power, seemed to find amusement in Risebelle’s struggles.

  “My, are you enjoying the darkness? Mwahaha.”

  But then, Arlysa’s tone ged, and she spoke to Risebelle with an eerie ess. “You know, you and your sisters are quite intriguing,” she mused. “It’s rare to find creations like you, especially ones with such ‘unique’ powers.”

  Risebelle, though still caught in the darkness, couldn’t help but be curious about what Arlysa was getting at. She responded cautiously, “What do you mean?”

  Arlysa’s dark power seemed to shift, and the shroud of darkness around Risebelle began to ge. It no longer felt like a suffog grip but rather a guiding force. Slowly, Arlysa turned Risebelle to face a different dire.

  Risebelle’s eyes widened as she saw what had happeo Roselle. The quid trap had ensnared her sister, and Sylra was gloating over her predit.

  While Risebelle took in the sight, it became clear that they were all trapped—Risebelle in the darkness, Roselle in the quid, and Runebelle was trapped by Arlysa.

  Risebelle’s mind raced with the urgency of their situation. She khat This was really bad. They couldn’t afford to remain trapped like this but with each passing moment the predit she got herself in deepened… literally!

  Her thoughts were a whirlwind of ideas and strategies but she o find a way to break free and help her sisters. The sight of Roselle struggling in the quid and Runebelle ed by the darkness only fueled her to try harder.

  ‘I ’t let this darkness trol me,’ Risebelle thought with fierce resolve. ‘We’re the only ones who stop the Magical Academy, and I won’t let us fail like this.’

  With her strength fading and her ability to think clearly began to falter, Risebelle khat she o act quickly. She couldn’t rely on brute force to break free from Arlysa’s darkness; she needed a pn, a way to outsmart their adversary.

  With every ounce of her remaining strength, Risebelle focused her thoughts.

  And then, it struck her—an idea, a pn f in her mind like a bea of hope. She would use her water affinity to ter the darkness, to create a barrier of water that would push back against Arlysa’s power.

  But it wouldn’t be easy. Risebelle was drained, and she could feel the darkness sapping her energy. She o summon every st ounce of her strength to make this pn work.

  With a fire burning in her eyes, Risebelle began to el her water affinity, drawing on every bit of magic she had left. She focused oing a powerful barrier of water, envisioning it pushing back against the darkness and creating an opening for her to break free.

  While trating on her pn, Risebelle khat time was running out. She had to act swiftly, but her strength was giving in to the darkness. Could she find a way to overe this obstacle?