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Queen Hania gripped the railing with white knuckles, her heart torn between maternal pride and terror. "My daughter... she's become something beyond even my wildest dreams," she whispered, tears streaming down her face.

Krad shook off the effects of the corruption field. "WOOOOO! That's what I'm talking about!" he shouted, pumping his fist in the air. "When you care about someone, you fight for them no matter what! That's what being free means!" His grin stretched impossibly wide as he watched the battle unfold. "Hanan's showing everyone what real strength looks like! Not the kind that comes from hurting people, but the kind that comes from protecting them!"

The crowd around Krad began to cheer, infected by his enthusiasm. His unwavering belief in fighting for what's right seemed to create its own protective field against Ferah's corruption.

Miss Vice leaned close to Queen Hania, her weathered face grim with understanding.

"My Queen, Princess Hanan has truly awakened. This power... it's what the prophecies spoke of." She paused, her tactical mind already working through the implications. "The enemy chose the wrong battlefield. They thought they could break her with grief, but grief shared with love becomes strength. I need to alert the outer territories. If word of this awakening spreads, every kingdom will want to either ally with us or destroy us before she grows stronger."

"That girl... she's stronger than any of us ever imagined. Even I couldn't break through that kind of necromantic binding." Mist voice dropped to a whisper. "But this isn't just about breaking bindings. She's rewriting the very laws of magic itself."

A tear rolled down Drugo's cheek as he remembered Hanan's hardwork. "I always knew she was special, but this..."

Ragnar slammed his sword against the ground in approval, the thunderous sound echoing through the arena. "By the forge fires! I've never seen magic like that! She's not just fighting with power, she's fighting with her heart!" His booming voice carried to the fighters' section. "Look at her! She's not trying to destroy her enemy, she's trying to save everyone, even the one who's trying to kill her!"

Kira wiped away tears she didn't realize she was shedding. "She's... she's actually doing it. She's saving her sister from death itself." Her voice broke with emotion. "I've trained my whole life to be strong, but watching her now... I realize I never understood what real strength was."

She clenched her fists, her own magical aura beginning to respond to Hanan's influence. "If she can love that deeply, if she can fight that fiercely for someone she's already lost... then maybe there's hope for all of us."

Asteria, her divine form flickering with renewed strength, smiled despite the pain from the corruption field. "This is why I chose to stand with mortals. Their capacity for love transcends even divine understanding." The goddess's voice carried a note of profound respect. "Even I, with all my divine power, cannot create the kind of magic she's wielding right now. This is beyond divinity, this is pure mortal will made manifest."

Her form began to stabilize as Hanan's purification waves reached even the divine realm. "The Red God thinks he understands power, but he's never experienced what she's showing us now. True power isn't about taking or controlling, it's about giving everything you have to protect what matters most."

In the shadows, Liyab pulled his crimson cloak tighter around his shoulders, his scarred face partially hidden in the darkness.

"The Prophecy..." he whispered, his voice carrying the weight of ancient knowledge. "An Elf shall awaken with the power of starlight, and she shall unite all Elven-kind under her banner."

A bitter smile crossed his lips. "The Red God spoke truly. The time of the Elven Empress approaches... but prophecies are tricky things. They never tell you the price that must be paid."

Ferah's corrupted form towered over the battlefield, her jealous fury reaching apocalyptic levels. The air around her crackled with dark energy that made reality itself seem to warp and twist. "You think your bond can stand against the power of a god?!" she shrieked, her voice now a harmonious chorus of every broken heart, every rejected love, every moment of abandonment ever experienced.

"Bond!" Hanan called out, her new ability manifesting as silver threads of light that connected her to her sister's spirit. The connection transcended death itself, creating a link so strong that even divine corruption couldn't break it. The threads pulsed with warm light, and where they touched Bruwa's spectral form, she became more solid, more real.

The spectral Bruwa's form began to solidify, becoming more real with each passing moment. Her ethereal bow gained weight and substance, her arrows crackling with the same starlight energy that surrounded her sister. "Together, sister?" she asked, her voice no longer hollow but filled with the same warmth and determination it had held in life.

"Together," Hanan confirmed, her spear blazing with starlight that seemed to draw power from every star in the night sky. "Just like we always promised."

The two sisters moved in perfect synchronization, their attacks combining into something greater than the sum of their parts. Hanan's Guardian's Light amplified Bruwa's spectral arrows, while Bruwa's ethereal nature allowed her to guide Hanan's purification beams to strike at the very core of Ferah's corruption.

Each arrow Bruwa fired carried with it a memory of their childhood, innocent laughter, shared secrets, promises. Each beam of light Hanan launched contained her unwavering love and determination to protect not just her sister, but everyone she cared about.

"Impossible!" Ferah screamed as her divine form began to crack under the assault. Black ichor poured from the fissures in her corrupted body, and her beautiful features twisted into something monstrous. "I am empowered by the Red God himself! I am the Avatar of Divine Rage!"

"And we're empowered by something stronger," Hanan replied, her voice calm despite the titanic battle raging around them. "We're empowered by love that doesn't demand, doesn't control, and doesn't corrupt. We're empowered by the choice to care for each other, no matter the cost."

The starlight around Hanan intensified, and for a moment, every person in the arena could see what she truly was beneath the surface. Not just a princess, not just a mage, but something far more significant. The light revealed glimpses of a possible future, vast elven cities united under a single banner, wars ended through diplomacy rather than violence, a world where love and understanding triumphed over hatred and fear.

Drugo who had been watching from the competitor's section, nearly fell from his seat. "I... I had no idea," he stammered, his voice barely audible above the cosmic battle raging below. "All this time, I thought I knew her. I thought she was just... just a talented fighter with a tragic past. But she's..."

He couldn't finish the sentence. The truth was too overwhelming to put into words.

"She's going to change everything," he whispered, his hands trembling as he gripped the arena railing. "Not just this fight, not just this tournament... everything."