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All fifty of Lyra's swords moved in perfect synchronization, forming a geometric pattern that seemed to exist in multiple dimensions simultaneously. The pentagon formation pulsed with divine energy, creating a barrier that was as much spiritual as it was physical.

The despair arrow struck the formation with earth-shattering force. The entire arena shook, and cracks appeared in the supposedly indestructible magical barriers protecting the spectators. The collision of pure despair against absolute resolve created a shockwave that sent both fighters staggering.

But neither warrior was truly harmed. This was merely the opening exchange.

DING!

SYSTEM ALERT - ARENA DAMAGE

Structural Integrity: 67%

Magical Barriers: Compromised

Warning: Combatants exceeding safe power limits

"Not bad for a corrupted puppet," Lyra said, wiping blood from her lip. "But you're still holding back. Show me the full extent of the Red God's gift."

The temperature around Bruwa plummeted to absolute zero. Ice crystals formed in the air itself, and her breath created clouds of frozen vapor that sparkled with malevolent energy.

"Frost Domain: Eternal Winter!"

The arena floor became a glacier in seconds. Massive ice spikes erupted from the ground, each one sharp enough to pierce diamond. The very air began to freeze, creating a zone of death that would have killed ordinary fighters instantly.

But Lyra was far from ordinary.

"Sword Formation: Flare Magic!"

Twenty-five of her swords ignited with the heat of a thousand suns. They spun around her in a protective corona, melting the ice and turning the frozen wasteland back into scorched earth. Steam rose in great clouds as fire met ice in an eternal dance of opposing forces.

"You cannot melt what was never meant to thaw," Bruwa said, her voice completely devoid of emotion. She raised her bow, and this time, a thousand arrows materialized simultaneously. Each one was a masterpiece of destruction, crafted from pure malice and tempered in the fires of artificial hatred.

"Arrow Storm!"

The arrows flew with such speed and precision that they seemed to bend space around them. They came from every angle, each one seeking vital points with surgical accuracy. Normal defenses would have been overwhelmed instantly.

But Lyra's response was devastating.

"Sword Formation: Absolute!"

All fifty swords moved as one, creating a sphere of cutting force around their master. The technique didn't just block the arrows, it annihilated them at the molecular level, reducing each projectile to component atoms before they could reach their target.

The collision of forces created a massive explosion that shook the entire coliseum. When the smoke cleared, both fighters stood unmarked, but the arena around them had been reduced to a crater.

"Impressive," Bruwa admitted, her voice still mechanically cold. "But I have barely begun to show you the God's true power."

She discarded her bow and raised her hands. The corruption within her surged, and her body began to change. Her skin became crystalline ice, her eyes turned into frozen diamonds, and her hair transformed into flowing glacial streams that defied gravity.

"Transformation: Avatar of Eternal Winter!"

DING!

BRUWA'S SYSTEM ALERT

Status: Temporary divine transformation - Ice Goddess Form

Power Multiplier: x15

Warning: This form will consume user's life force

Bruwa's power level skyrocketed. The air around her became so cold that reality itself began to freeze, creating cracks in the fabric of space-time. She was no longer just a corrupted elf, she was a living manifestation of absolute zero, a being of pure ice forged by a god's hatred.

"Now you face not just me," she said, her voice echoing with the sound of cracking glaciers, "but the combined frozen despair of every soul the God has claimed. Their eternal winter is my domain. Their frozen hearts are my weapon."

She gestured, and the crater around them filled with spectral figures made of ice and snow, the frozen ghosts of everyone who had ever been consumed by the God's corruption. Thousands of souls, all trapped in eternal winter, all focused on destroying the one who dared to bring warmth to their frozen realm.

"Technique: Spectral Clash!"

The spectral ice army charged at Lyra with supernatural speed. Each ghost was a shard of frozen divinity, capable of flash-freezing anything they touched. They came from every direction, an endless tide of winter spirits seeking to trap the Sword Saint in their eternal ice prison.

But Lyra's response was even more devastating.

"I see you've forgotten who you're fighting," she said calmly. "Allow me to remind you."

Her fifty swords began to glow with a light that was more than illumination, it was the radiance of absolute truth, the kind of power that could burn away lies and reveal the essence of all things.

"Sword Formation: Divine Revelation!"

The swords arranged themselves in a complex mandala pattern, each blade representing a different aspect of divine truth. When they activated, the effect was catastrophic for the corrupted spirits.

The spectral ice army didn't just disperse, they were thawed. The eternal winter that had bound them to the God's will was melted away by divine warmth, and for the first time in eons, they felt the sun's embrace. One by one, the frozen ghosts smiled as ice tears melted down their faces, and they faded into warm light, finally free of their glacial prison.

"Impossible," Bruwa hissed, her icy divine transformation wavering as cracks appeared in her crystalline skin. "Those souls are frozen in eternal winter. They cannot be thawed."

"Every soul belongs to itself," Lyra replied, her voice carrying the weight of absolute authority. "And I have the power to remind them of that truth."

She raised her hand, and her fifty swords began to sing. The song of creation itself, the primordial melody that had shaped the universe before the Thirteen Gods had twisted it into their game.

"You want to know who I really am?" Lyra asked, her form beginning to shimmer with divine light. "You want to understand why your master fears me?"

The light around her intensified, and suddenly the arena was filled with the presence of something far greater than a mere Sword Saint.