I won, bitch
Dante, completely indifferent to the escalating chaos between the three women, settled comfortably in his throne of negative energy. Misty curled up in his lap, purring softly as he stroked her hair calmly.
She looked like a kitten... even though she was an elf.
Meanwhile, Nafiri hurried off to grab the corn, and the battlefield between Valentina, Lyrianna, and Siren intensified even further.
Valentina's aura now burned like a scarlet sun, while Lyrianna continued to move with the precision of a calculating predator. Siren, on the other hand, seemed more connected to the nature around her, as roots and violent winds swirled, trying to disrupt the confrontation.
"You two will regret provoking me like this!" Siren roared, raising her hand to the sky as a gust of wind blew at her command.
Glowing green leaves began to gather around her, swirling like a storm ready to descend upon her opponents.