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Morgana closed her eyes tight, awaiting the final blow that would end her life but nothing came. Only silence amidst the raging battle that was fierce in every single sense of the word. Neither side was giving in as they fought hard for the right to claim Elysium and victory.
Slowly opening her eyes, they widened at the sight of the blade’s tip resting right at her neck, its tip nicking her such that there was a sliver of blood as a result. She had barely felt the pain, her adrenaline flowing violently through her. All she could fixate on even now was her niece whose eyes were wide, seeming to have experienced a eureka moment.
“You haven’t used dark magic since the beginning of this fight. And the foreboding magic that resided within the room that I found my brothers and sisters is
