Round 70

Jeane’s crimson eyes blazed with fury and desperation as she saw Seraphine being consumed by the Heart of Magic. “You absolute fool!” she snarled, her wings beating furiously to maintain balance. “That thing is trying to absorb you—can’t you feel it?!” The demonic sorceress raised her mace, dark energy swirling around its head as she began to channel a spell. “I’m pulling you out of there, even if I have to tear this dimension apart!” Her voice dripped with venomous determination.

Seraphine’s scream pierced the air, her body wracked with agony as the Heart of Magic flooded into her. Every nerve ending screamed in protest, her bones felt like they were being dissolved and reformed, her very soul laid bare for the entity to devour. But then Jeane’s voice cut through the chaos—raw, furious, and filled with desperate love—and Seraphine clung to it like a lifeline. “JEANE!” she shrieked, her fingers digging into the Time-Splitting Sword's hilt as if it could anchor her to reality.

The sword responded instantly, its surface flaring with defiant power that seemed to come from nowhere and everywhere at once.