The fight between Scylla and Seryth — now in Scylla's form — raged on with neither of them relenting until… one of them faltered.
“Arrrgh!” Seryth growled, clutching her chest as she staggered backwards. Her glassy skin came into view as her weapons reverted back to its previous form. “What did you do to me?!”
Scylla stood before her, catching her breath as her slightly battered armor burned brighter with her ether flames.
“Can't you guess?! She asked, mockery laced in her tone. “I thought you demons were smart?”
Seryth noticed the strange symbol etched on her skin. It didn’t hurt, but it felt heavy, wrong. She turned sharply to Scylla.
“What is this?”
Scylla crossed her arms. “That’s the Ethercurse Mark. You were so fixated on stealing my power that you didn't even notice it.”
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