Suddenly, Vincent felt the world shudder before time seemed to start again. Aldan vanished with a sad face. "Well, no matter what happens, I hope you can keep supporting my cute daughter. I will see you soon."
A moment later, he returned to the violent battle scene between the cultists and both girls. He watched as the half-daemons summoned strange creatures with weird figures. They had extra limbs and bodies filled with countless eyes and teeth.
"What are these freaks?" Silvari shouted with a foul voice. Her shards of ice rained down upon the monsters that appeared in droves. These failed monsters were both powerful and fierce. All of them were stronger than a dragon knight as their attack began.
"Ugh! Damn fuckers!"
A substantial red flame burst around the area, melting the freaks into a black pool of blood. Ifritah fell to her knees as countless black flesh spikes pierced her body. The weird abominations ripped apart her scales and caused her blood to ooze out from the several holes.
"Help me fight them, Ifritah!"
Silvari fought with all her might, her body covered in shimmering ice. Ifritah charged forward despite then wounds on her body. She used her physical strength and powerful dragon breath to attack with devastating effect. She impaled her enemies with sharp spikes of ice, quickly cutting through their flesh.
"Mmmm! I will, Silvaria!"
Despite their best efforts, the daemon cultists seemed to be endless. For every creature that fell, two more seemed to take its place. Silvari and Ifritah were tiring, their bodies battered and bruised from the constant fighting.
'This isn't going well for them…' Vincent thought.
But they refused to give up. They knew that if they faltered, all would be lost. They fought on, their determination and strength driving them forward.
The cultists poured all their mana into the beasts. They formed several more strange monsters that assaulted the girls with a fierce attack.
"Why are these two whores not dead!?" said one cultist. His face was scowling.
As the battle raged on, the cultists faltered. They had underestimated the strength and determination of Silvari and Ifritah, and it was a mistake they would come to regret.
One by one, the cultists fell, their foul creations defeated by the might of the two dragons. And finally, with a final, triumphant roar, Silvari and Ifritah emerged victorious.
They littered the battlefield with the cultists' bodies and hybrid creatures, and the two dragons stood tall and proud, their victory hard-won but well-deserved. In the end, they emerged victorious after facing unimaginable dangers and fighting with all their might. Now battered and bruised the girls swayed, but they were alive, and that was all that mattered.
Silvari and Ifritah had emerged victorious from their battle against the daemon cultists, but they were not out of danger yet. As they stood on the battlefield, triumphant but exhausted, a foul taint invaded their bodies. It was as if the very blood of their enemies had seeped into their veins, corrupting them from within.
Just as they were about to succumb to the shame, a mysterious humanoid creature appeared. She was small and slender, with skin as white as snow and hair as black as night. Without a word, she smashed the two dragons into the ground, causing them to faint.
When they awoke, they found themselves in a strange place, surrounded by unfamiliar faces. The humanoid creature was there, her voice quite soft as she spoke to them.
"I wish this could have been another way," she said. "But we must do this, or else our world will end."
Before they could even understand what was happening, the creature reached out and embedded a black gem into their chests. It melted into their flesh, changing them further. Their scales became tainted, filled with black evil energy, and they became half daemons like the creatures they had fought against.
"No!? What's going on? Why are my scales turning black?" Ifritah cried out inside the strange white cage. Her mind felt hazy and filled with anger. She wished to stop this from happening, but her chest pulsated with pain; Silvari, beside them, seemed to feel the same as she rolled on the floor and convulsed.
Silvari and Ifritah didn't know what to think. They had been changed against their will, and it filled them with a sense of anger and confusion.
Once the pain subsided, her mind seemed dazed. She no longer remembered life with her family and others.
Ifritah couldn't believe what had happened to her. She had always been a proud dragon with a strong sense of duty and honour. But now, she was a monster to be feared and reviled.
'No, why did this happen to me? I am the future dragon queen….'
Ifritah looked down at her hands and claws and saw the black, dirty energy that seemed to seep from every pore. Her heart felt tainted by the dark power. A relentless hunger filled her and threatened to consume her like a meal.
'What's wrong? I need to eat… But it feels so strange! Stop taking away my memories!'
She tried to fight it, to hold on to the light within her, but it was no use. The corruption had taken hold, and she could feel consumed by it. She was terrified of what she had become and didn't know how to deal with the changes that had been forced upon her.
'Dad…. Mom…. I won't let them take you away! This would keep them safe for a thousand years.' In a last-ditch effort. She used her ability as a priestess to secure their souls and memories within her soul space.
The moment she closed off the memories and her parents inside. She felt lost and alone, with no one to turn to for guidance or support. And as the darkness consumed her, Efrita knew that she was lost. There was no going back or way to escape the monster she had become.
'I want to devour and burn everything to the ground.'
A black flame filled her body as black; molten scales filled her body. She looked fierce and demonic as her body stumbled towards the white walls and hammered her fists against them. She was corrupted, consumed by the darkness that had taken hold of her. And there was nothing she could do to fight it. All that was left was to embrace the monster within and let it guide her into a new and uncertain future.
Suddenly, the same female voice from before sounded. Ifritah couldn't find out where she was and could only hear the sound.
"How did they both react to the daemon gems?"
"The ice dragon is a letdown. Her mind broke the moment we embedded the gem, and she can no longer tell the difference between herself and the daemon inside her. The fire dragon seems compatible and fused with the gem from the start. Her levels show she will soon become a hybrid daemon."
The woman walked past the white metal bars and looked inside with a displeased face. She tapped the bars several times. A black veil covered her face, but that hair that fluttered by her waist was the woman that helped those cultists.
'It's that woman…. I must ki…. submit to her… No! I cannot submit to this woman!'
Ifritah looked with fierce anger towards the woman who observed her and Silvari. She pushed forward and shouted out. "What did you do to us!? Turn us back…. Return us home!" Her chest breathed deeply as Vincent watched the scene from her point of view. He could feel her anger and emotions welling up inside.
"Oh, my? Don't worry, you little lizard. You won't be left here; once the test ends, you can return to your family again. Although it will be a little different, they won't be dead. I promise you."
"Eh!? How can they be back again? You massacred them all…."
Her body shuddered, wondering what this woman meant. She slammed her hands into the bars with a loud thud. "Don't tell me stupid things! I may be young, but I know we cannot revive the dead." Ifritah became lost in her rage, which twisted and made more intense by the black gem fused with her heart, which turned it black.
"Oh my, so angry. Don't worry; I won't trick you! Thanks to your body and blood, we made great strides in fulfilling our genuine wish. So the least we can do is give you that!"
Ifritah looked at this woman; she wore a strange white robe with many small stick-like objects in her chest pocket. She noticed a rectangle card with an image of the woman's face and a peculiar bird language. 'What do those symbols mean? I don't know….'
"Let's send you off tonight. Then you can enjoy another life in an alternate world."
"Alternate world?"
"Fufu, don't worry; it's just a special word. It means you will live in another world and spend time with your family again! They won't be dead, so why are you so upset?"
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