Doesn't Lose.

Little Alauna's battle intent soared. 

The 108 000 stars around her formed an impossibly complex formation, filling her body with strength far beyond the normal realms of the mortal plane. 

"[Sacharro's Might: Formation of Stars]." 

Her naming sense hadn't improved even by a small margin in the past several centuries, but her power was on a completely different level. She hadn't managed to break into the fourth facet, but she had found other ways to improve her power by leaps and bounds. 

Her will to see her father again burned like the fiery depths of hell. There was no avenue she left unexplored, no stone that she left unturned. If there was a chance for it to increase her battle prowess so that she could grow stronger, it was impossible for her to have not considered it.