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Moments later, Arabella finally grasped the purpose behind the grueling flight training that Orga had imposed upon her. Striding toward Blaze, her magnificent red and golden wings beat powerfully behind her. As she lifted his lifeless body, a shiver ran through her; he felt cold, utterly still. The reality of his absence had yet to sink in fully.

Tears streamed down Arabella’s face as she cradled Blaze tenderly. Swiftly wiping them away, she sought to conceal any signs of vulnerability in front of Alessia. Her eyes smoldered with outrage and pain as she turned to confront Alessia.

“You will pay for this, Alessia,” Arabella growled, her voice dripping with intensity. “I swear on my soul; I’ll make you suffer for what you’ve done.”

With her wings fully spread behind her, Arabella’s imposing presence intensified. Alessia tutted dismissively, refraining from the immediate response as Arabella continued her emotional tirade.

“Crossing me was a grave mistake, Alessia,” Arabella snarled, her words dripping with venom. “You’ll regret it for every breath you take in your pathetic life.”

A devilish cackle erupted from Alessia as she unleashed her pent-up energy. Suddenly, her body contorted and twisted in defiance of natural laws. Her skin stretched, eyes widening with excitement. A manic laugh echoed as her once-pale wings, now a demonic black, burst from her back-enormous appendages casting city-engulfing shadows.

But there was more. Her eyes shifted from pale blue to an eerie white.

“Showtime,” Alessia purred with a sly smile. “Cool wings aren’t just your thing!”

With a dark beam conjured in her hand, Alessia hurled herself at Arabella. Simultaneously, Arabella charged toward Alessia, leaving fiery trails in her wake. A yellow aura beam formed around her.

Their powers collided in a cataclysmic explosion, unleashing waves of energy that obliterated their surroundings. Cracks spread across the walls, and Janice was forced to dodge the airborne debris.

Employing her wind manipulation, Alessia conjured sharp blades of air aimed at Arabella. In response, Arabella countered with her crimson aura beams. The clash created a massive explosion, rattling the entire room.

“Stop!” Janice’s voice erupted amidst the chaos of demolition, yet it fell on deaf ears. Forced to distance herself from the escalating battle, she sought refuge from potential harm in the shadows.

Arabella unleashed a barrage of yellow aura beams aimed at Alessia, who, in response, conjured a wind-powered shield. The shield’s defenses crumbled against Arabella’s relentless attack, propelling Alessia backward.

In retaliation, Alessia channeled a gust of wind, sending Arabella careening into a wall. Swiftly recovering, Arabella countered with a blue aura beam, causing the ground beneath Alessia to tremble.

From her concealed vantage point, Janice observed that Arabella had gained the upper hand, noting that she hadn’t even tapped into her full powers yet. She recognized the lethal potential of Arabella’s fury and was compelled to prevent tragedy, her head shaking with determination. No, she couldn’t allow Arabella to follow through on her fatal intentions, but she remained uncertain of how to intervene.

Recognizing her disadvantage, Alessia resolved to unleash her most formidable attack: a tornado. Frenzied winds spiraled into a colossal funnel, pulling everything within the room toward its center.

Arabella fought to maintain her stance, teeth clenched in defiance. Alessia’s taunting words echoed: “Surrender, dearest sister, and let the world be mine!”Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

“Never!” Arabella’s retort resonated with raw determination. “I’d rather die than witness your reign!”

With her eyes shut tight, Arabella drew upon the culmination of her powers, seeking to unleash an immense energy blast that would dispel the tornado’s fury.

In the critical moment before Arabella could deliver the decisive strike against Alessia, a commanding voice boomed, “Cease this at once!”

But Arabella pressed on, releasing her attack. However, it faltered, extinguished before reaching its target.

Stunned, Arabella wavered, losing her equilibrium and collapsing to the ground. Gasping for breath, she struggled to regain her poise.

Surveying her surroundings, she recognized Blaze’s absence, a renewed surge of panic and grief engulfing her as tears streamed down her face.

“Blaze!” she screeched, frantically scanning her surroundings for any sign of him. Her frustration and anger swelled, threatening to burst forth in a torrent of destructive energy-a way to release the pent-up turmoil within her.

Then, out of nowhere, Orga materialized before her, effectively blocking her path. Arabella’s eyes blazed with fury as they bore into him, ready to unleash her wrath. “What have you done with Blaze? Where is he?” she hissed, her voice quivering with anger.

Despite her aggressive stance, Orga remained resolute and composed. In response to her vehement questions, his voice remained steady and reassuring. “Blaze is safe, Arabella. He’s been taken to the cave for treatment.”

Arabella’s skepticism flared. “I don’t believe you,” she retorted, advancing a step toward Orga. “You’re lying. I know you’re lying.”

Undeterred, Orga met her gaze head-on. “You have to believe me, Arabella. Blaze lives, and your tears played a part in his salvation. Evidence of it was found on him,” his tone softened, a glimmer of empathy in his eyes.

As her anger ebbed, confusion and doubt crept in. Could it be true? Could Blaze truly be alive? She shook her head, attempting to clear her mind off the chaotic whirlwind of emotions.

“I… I need to see him. I need to ensure he’s alright,” her voice barely audible, a tremor in her words.

Orga nodded, his demeanor understanding. “Come with me,” he beckoned, gesturing for Arabella to follow.

Exiting the building, Arabella’s heightened senses caught the sound of approaching footsteps. She pivoted to face the source and gasped as she beheld Sandro standing there-his expression twisted into a sinister grin, his eyes glinting with menace.

Frozen in place, her heart raced with fear, memories of their prior encounter resurfacing vividly. A step back was met with Sandro’s confident advance, his smirk widening.

“Found you,” Sandro growled, a chilling declaration that sent a shiver down her spine.