As the platinum blade was about to slit her throat, a glimmering burst of black energy emerged on the scene and jounced The Actress aside. A shocked frown bloomed on Amalia Galastar's expression when she darted her heedful sight toward her nemesis engulfed by the black aura, slowly getting up.
Even Martatoriot-OX currently resting grunted in disbelief with the glowing sighting, lashing his knuckle to the ground. Gabriella Strinford also dropped her bemused jaw especially when The Hair Magician swiped her hand to the left, revealing her hair brightly glowing with a shrouding pinkish aura
Unbeknownst to Amalia Galastar alongside the people inside the room, the floating cocoon object silently levitated from afar. The cocoon traces couldn't be spotted as the fleeting drone flew past it didn't ring any alarm or rotate its scanning sight, feeling it was entering a different plane of existence.
Inside the hushed cocoon, Viscable, Gilbron, and Lorina pointed their sight at the current fight. The Young Man dropped his interested jaw when he spotted The Weakened Prila centering her firm eyebrows toward Amalia Galastar, blowing the out-loud whistle and smirking.
"I never thought Prila's set a backup for her magic," Gilbron uttered, elevating his opened hand forward.
"Such an amazing improvement from the last time I encountered her. I bet she anticipated that dreadful moment" The Young Man added, convincing Viscable to cross his arms and shake his head.
Lorina hummed and commented, "Yeah, I never expected her to be well prepared to face this situation."
"Hrr, it made my blood boil to see her still fighting like this," The voice of resentful Casmine echoed through the cocoon inside.
"I hated when she suddenly escaped her execution's moment!" Casmine mumbled frustratedly.
Lorina giggled and teased snarkily, "And I thought I was the impatience one, Wannabe Supermodel?"
"This moment is the exception, Lorina," Casmine clarified. "Her bizarre and yet powerful hair magic power can be a true threat to me and you."
Lorina chuckled, "Fair point."
Afterward, the twin succubus sharpened their inspection of the ongoing fight between Prila and her nemesis. Moreover, The Hair Magician freed her surprised jaw as the pinkish aura continued to flow on her hair. She swiftly grabbed her empowered hair and hastily pulled the thin piece of it, swaying it to the right and manifesting the tiny pinkish portal beside her.
"Putting a failsafe, huh?" Amalia Galastar guessed, rotating her gaze at her duplicate who submissively bowed her head.
The Hair Magician giggled, "Obviously."
"I knew you would pull this kind of scheme, asshole Galastar," The Hair Magician exclaimed.
Amalia Galastar sneered and countered, "Sadly, your current power is 10x weaker than mine, vile witch."
"I suggest you surrender peacefully so I can bring you a quick death," Amalia Galastar suggested.
Prila burst into laughter and replied, "Surrender? That's not gonna happen especially with my parent at stake."
"Even without the full extent of my power, it's still enough to put you down for good, Galastar!" Prila spoke brazenly.
Prila closed her palm and the portal tributed its existence to manifest the pristine purple staff with the diamond pink orb placed on its tip. The Hair Magician imminently rotated the staff beneath her neck and fueled the bright racing sparks, locking her emancipative stare toward Amalia Galastar.
"Defying your fate only made the situation worse, Vile Witch," Amalia Galastar mocked, shrouding her arms with the boiling platinum water.
"This is not 50% of your power," Amalia Galastar muttered, stretching her fingers closer to her cheek.
"But if you insist, then so be it," Amalia Galastar grumbled, streaming the-shaped water projection latching on her forehands.
The Actress clapped her hand, miraculously reshaping Gabriella Strinford into a paper-thin water flow fleeting in her direction. Capturing the glimpse of her foe attempting to evolve her power, The Hair Magician hastily thrust her staff to the front and unbridled the drilling pinkish beam from the diamond tip.
Witnessing the beam was on the brink of reaching her, Amalia Galastar stepped her boot and summoned the human-size platinum bubble to shield her. The pinkish beam was deflected by the bubble and crashed on the above interior. Prila raised her annoyed eyebrows and refilled the growing spark on her staff's diamond tip.
The fleeting water flow promptly tackled Amalia Galastar's bubble, allowing her to absorb its presence faster than the blink of an eye. Hence, a vast cloudy wave unbridled from the human-size bubble. It quickly sealed The Hair Magician's motion when the wave passed to her, dropping her staff and leaving her immobilized like a statue. An ired frown fulminated Prila's expression as she slid her heavy body from left to right, but no single motion occurred on her.
"Even Galastar is calculative enough to counter the opponent that tried to prevent her transformation," The Young Man complimented from the invincible cocoon that was currently near the fight, raising his eyebrows and stepping forward to gain a clearer outside view.
"Interesting preparation," The Young Man added, switching his overjoyed stare toward Viscable.
Viscable sniggered. "A rotten person such as The Fake Actress is like a wall with no edges to slip through."
"Of course she predicted those sorts of probabilities," The Ace Duelist spoke coldly, placing his staggering palm on his spine.
"Do you think The Weakened Prila could stand up with Galastar's combat form?" The Young Man asked, triggering Viscable to puff a huge chunk of hefty air from his lung and shake his head.
"From my current observation, no. She couldn't stand a chance against in this state" Viscable answered sternly.
"Then it will be a completely one-sided match," Lorina speculated, sneaking her sight at the struggling Prila's briefly.
The Young Man hummed, "Hmm…sensible answer."
"Regardless, I'm intrigued to watch how long the weakened Prila's could keep up with Amalia Galastar in the upcoming bloody duel," Gilbron stated, flickering the orange flashes through his engrossed eyes.
Viscable grinned, "We shall see."
With the two watchers centered their attention on The Actress, a platinum star projection popped out brightly. More specifically, Amalia Galastar melted the bubble and promptly merged the liquid remains onto her body, spreading the active horde of bubbles into the small star projection.
Despite Prila still trapped in an immobilized state, she desperately growled until a pink gleam radiated within her eyes. The Hair Magician also sluggishly lifted her neck and pointed her sight toward the star projection that raised its brightness in a rapid second, forcing her to let out a constant frantic breath.
Therefore, the star projection was speedily catapulted and plummeted toward The Hair Magician's direction. Prila was freed from the concealing wave as she was able to move her leg, but sadly, imminent danger appeared near her, especially when the racing projection was on the brink of tackling her forehead.
The projection rammed The Hair Magician's forehead and bounced her away with its hefty force like a bullet, alarming her mother to blare a wrenching scream. A splash of blood splattered onto the ground, freezing the frightened look on Hona's face. As Prila dropped to the ground, the star projection vanished into thin air.
However, the recent projection didn't send Prila into the afterlife, as her forehead channeled the tiny circular shield with small cracking lines in the center. The Hair Magician got up her body and shook her head, feeling a stinging dizziness that encouraged her to cover her forehead.
"Your surprise attack is still not enough to put me down for….good, Asshole Galastar!!!" The Hair Magician muttered, raising her hand upward and locking her anticipative stare toward her nemesis.
The circular shield reduced into thin air when Prila placed her hand on the forehead, cleaning the drop of blood. The Hair Magician gawked at the fallen staff, persuading her to shove her opened hand forward. The staff hurled away like a javelin being thrown and Prila swiftly caught it with her grip.
Finally, Amalia Galastar's combat form made its grand debut in the room, forcing Prila to glare cynically. A proudful gaze shone through Martatoriot-OX who directly witnessed his master's smoothly completing the transformation. He switched his jeered at The Hair Magician, giggling in gratification.
A platinum-silver helmet with a hardened gold jewel on the forehead strictly covered Amalia Galastar's entire head. A pair of aqua bluish star-shape gems neatly planted on The Actress's eyes and a glimmering gray metal mask was placed on the lip part, shimmering the sparkling lights on its gaping lines.
Five glowing gold gems wrapped on Amalia Galastar's metallic neck, acting as the collar when they tightly lined up in a circle. A sleek and polished platinum spandex fully covered The Actress's entire body, turning it into the main part of her combat form attire. Glimmering azure opal patched on the chest's center, generating the radiating gleams like the partying light.
Radiant-azure star projections latched on Amalia Galastar's crystalized shoulders pats, brimming the white dots on the centers. Two diamond surface amber gauntlets separately attached to The Actress's arms. Ocean blue gathered on the left gauntlet's forehand until it materialized the star projection.
Seven palm-sized white jewels were tied by the solidified silver ray and buckled on her waist, becoming her main belt. Two dark-gray jewel kneepads seethed Amalia Galastar's knees as each maintained the pale white coin objects in the center, simultaneously glistening the circling amber gleams from its surface. Tiny rain-drop-shaped golden crystals merged on the center of The Actress's spandex suit foot, channeling the horde of dusty platinum particles fleeting freely.
Amalia Galastar's back side continuously shone the dashing mixture of yellow and silver light that originated from the metallic star objected inhabited her spine. Hence, The Actress swayed her helmet and manifested the glittering-long aqua-blue hair projection, centering her adamant sight to The Hair Magician.
"Please…stop this, you already done enough, my sweet girl," Nogra pleased, sorrowfully darting his glance toward The Hair Magician who stepped forward and tightened the grip on her staff
"Don't worry father, it's all under control," The Hair Magician assured calmly, pausing her steps. "I promise I shall defeat her too."
Afterward, Prila resumed approaching The Actress who cautiously heaved her amber gauntlet, convening the group of silver particles to roam on the metal surface. The Old Man heaved his agitated eyebrows to The Composed Amalia Galastar, anxiously swallowing the large gulp of his saliva.
"Galastar or whatever you are, please let my daughter go!!" Nogra demanded at the top of his lungs.
"She already lost most of her power and she did this only for me," Nogra added. "Take my life instead."
Amalia Galastar pinned her sight on the old man and said coldly, "If you raise your daughter to be a mediocre girl none of this will happen."
"Because of this, you and your wife are going to be next victim after slaying this wtich," Amalia Galastar remarked.
"Don't blame my dad on my choice as a Superhero, Asshole Galastar," The Hair Magician countered, staring her assured smile at her father before returning her glare to Amalia Galastar.
Prila sighed and admitted, "He might have a right point that living as a Superhero is hellish pain, but I already committed my choice."
"And are you committed to dying in front of your precious parent, vile witch?" Amalia Galastar mocked.
"Ever since you put my parents hostage, the thought dying is completely gone," The Hair Magician affirmed. "Instead, I strongly kept the thought of rescuing them."
"Even though you sealed my full power, I still believe I can have a slight chance of defeating you like all the previous encounters," Prila asserted, cackling and sneering.
"And hopefully this encounter will be the last, Witch," Amalia Galastar replied collectedly, darting her focus toward The Hair Magician as they prepared to settle the matters for once and for all.
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