Just Before Sene's blade could slice down toward Nabil's head, a chain of black energy shot out from the darkness and wrapped tightly around her weapon,halting its descent.
From the shadows, Athoi stepped forward – wearing the same black armour Nabil wore, her presence was silent but firm. her hand was outstretched, the chain wrapped around Senes arn, pulsating with the same void like energy.
Sene's eyes narrowed. She yanked the sword back with force, dragging Athoi with it. In a moment right in the instant when Athoi reached Sene, Sene moved her hand forward, piercing straight through Athois chest, shattering her armour like glass. Athoi coughed, her face was twisting in pain.
She wore the same dress Sene wears for herself and it looked like she wore a dress from her collection of dresses.
Without hesitation , Sene lifted Athoi's body, preparing to throw her across the hall. but before she could, Nabil lunged in desperation, swinging his sword toward her.
