Corrupted
Using her spell, Freya created a dome of ice to prevent it from going out anymore, stopping its struggles so even if it attacked aimlessly, It won’t hit anyone.
“Perish.” Persephone growled, watching the Angel burning furiously as the flames were burning inside of it, its life, stealing it until it was reduced into nothingness.
“Good job.” Freya smirked, praising her but Perspehone coughed up blood, falling on her knees, gasping to inhale some air.
“Persephone!” Worried, Freya rushed to her, holding her, giving her support.
“Must be from using two growls at once when fighting Zadicus…” Persephone whispered, wiping her blood, inhaling deeply while sitting down to catch her breaths.
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