“Luminous Judgment,”

  Time seemed to slow for Runebelle. As the blinding radiance of Abner’s Luminous Judgment enveloped Runebelle, Risebelle couldn’t help but refle the jourhat had brought them to this point. Her thoughts raced as she sidered the profound ges that had occurred since she had first awakened in Dr. Kintovar’s b.

  ‘When did I ever start g for Roselle and Runebelle so deeply?’ Risebelle wondered inwardly. She remembered waking up ierile fines of the b, fused and disoriented. Back then, she hadn’t known what to think of the two other creations who shared her existence, Roselle and Runebelle.

  ‘I was so different then...so detached, emotionless.’

  ‘I didn’t ask for this... for them.’ Risebelle reflected on the circumstahat had brought them together. ‘But now, I ’t imagine a world without them.’

  Her thoughts drifted to the earliest days of her existence, when Roselle had taken on the role of teag her the art of magic. It had been Roselle who patiently guided her, showihe intricacies of harnessing magical energy and unleashing its power.

  ‘Roselle...’ Runebelle’s thoughts lingered on her older sister. ‘She didn’t judge me for my multi-colored hair, like so many others had in my past life. Instead, she accepted me for who I was, and she became my teacher and now...she is the sister that I never had...’

  Runebelle’s thoughts delved further into the past, reminisg about Risebelle and her unique role among the sisters. Risebelle had always been the leader, the one who showed seriousness and resolve.

  ‘Risebelle...’ Runebelle thought, her mind filled with the image of her resolute sister. ‘She is the leader among us, and I... I admired her strength and seriousness. She was always so focused on our survival and the mission, and I followed her orders without question.’

  The fshback brought her to a particurly vivid memory. She recalled hiding behind a tree, watg silently as Risebelle and Roselle shared a tender moment. Risebelle had patted Roselle on the head, and there had been an embarrassed look on her face.

  Runebelle had felt a warmth in her heart as she withe affe between her sisters. It made her feel happy, and she couldn’t help but smile. She wao be a part of that bond, to ect with them in the same way.

  ‘Risebelle... you once showed a softer side,’ Runebelle mused. ‘I remember when you called me over, ae the embarrassed look you had on your face, you patted me on the head just like you did with Roselle.... it was the first time I felt like I truly belonged.’

  As she remembered the ret revents, Runebelle’s heart swelled with love and gratitude for her sisters.

  The memories tinued, ahoughts returo the present, where the three protective pilrs had just been shattered by Abner’s Luminous Judgment.

  In the midst of the chaos, Runebelle’s resolve remained unbroken.“I still have 125% of my Magic,” Runebelle thought to herself.

  “I’ve tempted to use more than three pilrs at oime before,” Runebelle aowledged, “But now... there’s no other choice. I have... to survive!”

  With ferosity, Runebelle called upon her magical abilities and focused oing a new set of pilrs, more than she had ever summoned before. The air around her crackled with energy as she eled her magito this desperate act of defense.

  Three pilrs became four, and then five, and soon, Runebelle had formed a t ring of protective structures around herself. They stood tall and resolute, f a protective tower around her. Each pilr glowed with the vibrant green energy of healing and prote that seemed almost imperable.

  Despite the immerain on her magic reserves, Runebelle held firm. She refused to let Abner’s attack break her spirit or endahe precious bond she had formed with her sisters.

  The pilrs stood strong, Runebelle khat this was her moment of truth.“Four... five... six...” Runebelle ted silently in her mind as the pilrs tio ma around her.Beads of sweat formed on her brow as she pushed herself to create more pilrs than she had ever attempted before. Eae glowed with the vibrant green energy of healing and prote, and she willed them to be strong enough to withstand Abner’s onsught.

  But as the iy of the situation increased and she strained her magic, Runebelle suddenly felt a deep sense of u was a feeling she had never experienced before. What was going on with her?

  “My magic reserves...” Runebelle thought. It was like a whisper in her mind. “They’re depleting faster than I thought.”

  The realization struck her like a bolt of lightning, and she couldn’t help but feel a deepening sadness as she watched the pilrs she had summoned begin to falter and irced through easily. Her magical energy was dwindling rapidly, and she was faced with an arming truth.

  “Oh...” Runebelle whispered softly to herself, her eyes widening in realization a.

  [System Message]

  Magic Reserves: 0%

  WARNING: Insuffit Magiaintain pilrs. Immediate cessation is advised.

  The message dispyed in Runebelle’s internal system was an undeniable and s reality. Runebelle’s heart sank as she watched the pilrs, which had stood as her st line of defense, begin to waver and fade. The vibrant green glow that had surrounded her had dimmed, and she felt an overwhelming sense of vulnerability.

  “I’ve never been below 100% Magic...” Runebelle thought. She had always been cautious with her magical energy, serving it for when it was truly needed.

  The pilrs surrounding Runebelle wavered and faded, and the Overp force of Abner’s Luminous Judgment bore down upon her. Runebelle couldn’t help but refle the plex emotions that had defined her existence.

  In her previous life, she had some happy recolles, but they had always beeing, repced by pain, misery, and an Immense sadness from which she could ruly escape.

  But with her sisters, things had been different. They had shown her acceptance, love, and the warmth of panionship. The bond they had formed had brought a sense of joy and belonging that Runebelle had never experienced before.

  As she faced the immi danger of taking the full force of Abner’s attack, Runebelle couldn’t help but feel a profound sadness. She thought of her sisters, Roselle and Risebelle .

  “I’m... I’m sorry... I couldn’t do more. But I hope... you and Risebelle... find happiness... you…are my family…and you gave me a purpose in this new life of mines...”

  In the present time, Roselle stood at 300% of her magical capacity, her body enveloped in a swirling storm of dark and votile energy. The once-red lightning that crackled around her had transformed into a vortex of darkness, pulsating with an ominous power.

  [System Message]

  Magic Reserves: 300%

  DANGER: Magic capacity has reached its absolute limit. Catastrophisequences immi.

  Roselle’s body trembled as the magical energy threateo e her. The atmosphere around her crackled with tension as the dark energy surged and swirled, defying all reason and trol.

  Risebelle, her deepening with each passing sed, pleaded with Roselle once more, “ROSELLE, PLEASE STOP! YOU’RE PUSHING YOURSELF TOO FAR! YOUR LIFE FORCE IS IN DANGER! IT’S NOT WORTH---”

  Roselle’s eyes, once a gentle shade of blue, had transformed into a dark and foreboding purple. They shimmered with the ominous energy that radiated from her, and her gaze was fixed on Risebelle with an iy that made even her gaze in sheer suprise.

  Risebelle’s words faltered as she locked eyes with Roselle. The swirling darkhat enveloped her sister seemed to be refleg the storm of emotions within her. It was as if Roselle had tapped into a wellspring of power that went beyond mere magic

  Roselle now spoke with a very low tone in her speech. “I won’t stop... not until Abner is dead... not until we avenge Runebelle!”

  Roselle stood on the brink of unleashing her magical power. The past enters of her sisters’ energies flooded her mind. She recalled the feeling of Runebelle’s fire energy, the warmth and prote it had offered. She remembered the icy aura of Risebelle’s pilrs, a shield against harm. And she thought of the Mystical forest’s e to Earth, a source of strength and grounding.

  Roselle’s neurple lightning crackled and surged around her. Roselle tapped into her experience. She drew upon the essence of her sisters’ energies, eaaing in her own unique way:

  Runebelle’s fire energy coursed through her, and fmes danced along her limbs, radiating intense heat. It added a furious iy to her dark lightning, creating an aura of power that was both destructive and passionate.

  Risebelle’s iergy formed a shimmering aura around Roselle, eng her in an icy chill. It acted as a protective barrier, shielding her from the potential dangers of her own votile magic. The cold and crity of ifused her with focus.

  The Mystical forest’s energy, drawn to Roselle’s lightning, surged into her like a current of earthy power. It ected her to the very essence of the forest, grounding her and anch her to the natural world. It provided stability and bao her otherwise chaotiergy.

  With these newfound energies swirling around her, Roselle’s aura was a mesmerizing blend of fire, ice, ah, all amplified by her dark lightning.

  Abner and Risebelle watched in astonishment as Roselle’s aura transformed into a mesmerizing blend of fire, ice, ah, all amplified by her dark lightning. The onstable power had bee something formidable and trolled, unlike anything they had witnessed before.

  Abner, his emerald eyes wide with surprise, couldn’t hide his astonishment. “What... what is this power?” he questioned himself in his mind.

  Risebelle, too, was taken aback by the ued fusion of energies surrounding Roselle. Her for her sister had shifted to both wonder and worry. “Roselle,” she called out, with awe , “Sister…what..have you done…?”

  Roselle’s dark purple eyes, now infused with the bined energies of fire, ice, ah, gleamed as she faced Abner and Risebelle.

  Roselle moved in with her newfound fusion of energies, relying on the earth’s power to approach Abner in close quarters, his radiant aura fred to life once more. However, this time, it wasn’t a mioo soon.

  Roselle, closed the gap between herself and Abner rapidly, using the earth’s energy attack him. Abner, reizing the immihreat, attempted to defend himself with his light magic.

  But to his astonishment and growing , none of his usual barriers or defensive spells seemed to work. Roselle’s fusion of powers seemed to bypass his defenses with ease, and she closed in.

  Abner, realizing Roselle’s approach, raised his arms in a st-ditch effort to protect himself, his radiant aura glowing intensely around him. The two forces cshed in a spectacur dispy of elemental aial power.The ground trembled beh them as their powers cshed, and the air crackled with energy.

  Roselle unleashed an untrolble storm of her violent purple energy. It surged out like a tempest, engulfing Abner in its malevolent grip. The dark and votile energy tore through Abner’s radiant aura, causing him to cry out in pain as he suffered massive damage.

  But Roselle was not finished. Drawing upon the fire energy she had harnessed, she sent out pilrs of intense, searing energy toward Abhese fming pilrs struck with the force of a raging inferno, their destructive power adding to the onsught.

  Abner, Uo stand his ground against the relentless barrage, struggled to maintain his posure. The bined forces of Roselle’s dark energy storm and the pilrs threateo e him entirely. He fought to defend himself, but the iy of Roselle’s attack made it increasingly difficult to do so.

  Abner’s trembled with astonishment and disbelief as he struggled to prehend the incredible dispy of power before him. The swirling vortex of dark and votile energy, bined with Roselle’s trol over various elements left him in awe.

  “This... this level of magic, especially from one of Kintovar’s creations, it shouldn’t be possible. What...are you?”

  Roselle responded with a cold gre towards Abner. “Project Mage, The Humaioner.”