The Reality Vortex: The Black Rose

Victor thinks "Sence I don't want to risk dark energy controlling a summon like the field of flowers." The white cat jumps on victor's shoulder.

The wolf is looking for attacks of opportunity and the scarecrows are wafting to take blows.
 
The strange distortion remained, but Vegetto Black now moved in real time as the bullet split into multiple rounds. He quickly threw his arms together in a defensive posture, being engulfed on the impact shortly after.

A strong gust of wind blasted the remaining smoke away in tandem with the dancing white tails. Vegetto Black watched on in perplexion; a detail indicating the Saiyan was still mortal in some capacity.

Yet as the shards were sent flying inward, Vegetto Black grimaced in pain, his physical body unable to prevent the incoming attack. As his energy was attacked directly, he crashed down to the ground after the new beast had formed, struggling to crawl up to all fours. He panted heavily, sweating while his physical body strained and worked to recover the damaged inner life force it worked so diligently to protect.

Vegetto Black kept wide eyes, taking a brief moment to look around. His attention soon landed on his intended focus, his dual voice shouting towards the pair battling in the distance.

“Bernkastel!! To me!!”

Yet despite his call for help, Vegetto Black was far from helpless. Even as he looked towards Bernkastel, his physical body worked to build up his natural defense against anything you planned to do.

It grows stronger by the second…in fact, it has already grown strong enough to tank forces capable of leveling small cities.

You are wasting time, reading this and thinking of what to do.


E̵̠̕Ṉ̸̠̏̃̑͋͗D̸̬̘͔̯̙̮́̐̾͛̽ ̷̱̠̑͒H̴͚̤̩͕̰̻̝̣̒͗͆́͜Ĩ̷̉̀͒̿̓͂͜M̶̡̰̘͔͉̻͓̟̭̅̑̓͝



As Vegetto Black called out, Whis perked his head a bit in attention, roused from his thoughts in how best to advise the original Bernkastel on her anxiety. A familiar ominous pressure jogged his memory; his eyes darting around.

The angel quickly glanced to the others, a realization finally dawning him. He suddenly raised his voice urgently, shouting towards the others battling Vegetto Black.

“Breakers!! There’s something else here; a limitor that is influencing you! Block it out and power through!”


Premonition of Finality (All involved in the battle with Vegetto Black)

Don’t listen to the traitor. You have the strength, you can do this.

Every story has an end.

Make this one Black’s.
 
Bernkastel looked confused and frustrated at the same time since she could not tell the source of this 'inner voice' that seemed to consciously urge her into the battle faster than she was ready to properly act upon. There was no 'voice' behind these seemingly intrusive thoughts, no different than a passing thought. But she instinctively felt that this was not her conscience speaking. It only added to the noise in her head. "Quiet, quiet, just get quiet," she hissed through gritted teeth.
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"Nice one, buddy! Ya hit him where it hurts!" Mooli shouted, though she was still reeling in shock from the way her kick landed on Vegetto Black and Coella's intercepting threw her off course further away from the man. Seeing Vegetto Black try to get backup, she furthered Whis's urgency. "We can't let the other one (SiniBern) get close or it's all over! We need to finish him off now while the shell's weakened!" She opted to go straight for Vegetto Black, propelling herself down in an arc to ambush him while he was on all fours; she hooked her arms under his and clasped both hands on the back of his head to immobilize his upper body best she could.
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Sinister Bernkastel eyed the Old Saiyan silently for a moment, listening only to the rain showering the damaged terrain around them. She gave an amused snort. "I suppose you wouldn't. You playthings aren't expected to think... it's what makes you so easy to move around on the chess board. But it seems even with this body of yours, you're reaching your limit." Her crimson eyes followed the trail Spina's blood made as it mixed in with the ground. "That's a shame. I can't remember the last time anyone could return my blows like you. The rain really burns when your face is freshly blown off, you know?"

She began to inch closer to Spina step by step like a cat closing in on a battered bird. "The time's come to finish off what remains of this life of yours." Spoken in a gentle tone, her words carried a certitude to them as her figure seemed to become gradually enshrouded in a dense, shadowy aura that carried the same feeling of pressure that her aura generally exuded. Only her red eyes illuminated her face, smirking with gleeful anticipation. Sinister Bernkastel reached her arms out, letting out a sinister giggle as the black cloud of malice began to concentrate itself in the center of her chest and radiate where her arms were facing. The murderous intent was palpable around her, the reactive rage of Spina attempting to kill Whis first clearly still dictating what she would do with Spina's fate at her hands. "Try to think of your happiest memories. They'll become your afterlife while I grind your wretched vessel to dust."

Sinister Bernkastel had Spina within striking range, ready to pounce on him when Vegetto Black's voice rang out. She turned her head in his direction with an audible clicking of her teeth; the shadowy miasma receding its malevolent reach back to the natural contours of her body. Hearing Whis's rallying of the others, the Red Witch's face contorted with resentment and as if to defy the angel, she turned on her heel away from Spina. "Sending them to die in your stead, bastard!? Quit hiding behind your defectives and come die with some shame!"
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The original Bernkastel reflexively looked in Vegetto Black's direction -- it was merely habitual -- but her eyes locked on to him. That's right. I'm wasting too much time thinking and not just doing it. Thinking in itself is my limiter. He needs to be destroyed. Before he destroys us. How will I do that without thinking!?

Bernkastel focused in on Vegetto Black's order as it reverberated in her head, closing her eyes and repeating it as a mantra to make it the only thing her mind and body could think of doing -- not how, not where, not when. She began to walk forward before engaging in a sprint. To him!!
 
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“T-thanks, Mooli. Sorry… Cayde, this is the best I could do for now…” Daiman felt that his entire body was on fire. He could hardly breathe because Zenta’s technique was too much for him. “Gah, what was I thinking? I should’ve used something else! How can anyone even use this move… He’s probably insane like I thought…”

The moment Vegetto-Black called out for evil Bernkastel; Daiman had just enough strength to take another look at this doppelganger. His eyes widened upon what he saw; the realization of who she was soon turned his face into pure terror.

“W-wait… that’s who we’re fighting?!” Daiman’s voice became panicked upon seeing her. “That’s the Red Witch of Misfortunes! I saw a documentary about her and others like her on TV!”

Daiman struggled to stand, but the heavy toll from Zenta’s attacks was still weighing him down. “She’s been causing so much mayhem in so many cities before she disappeared. Everyone just assumed she got coined… but to think she somehow involved with you guys…! This is bad! Rumors have it that whatever they appears, misfortunes will surely fall!! And she's one of the worst one, like a curse! Forget fighting! We need to get out of here!” He warned the Breakers.

He turns to Asher, Mooli, Coella, Victor and Dielec, since he is familiar with them the most. “W-we have to get out of here… if she’s around, we’re all doom!"

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“Red Witch…?” Spina overheard Daiman as the Red Witch walked away. He soon let out a slight chuckle. “That’s what I thought.”

Recovering from his wounds, the old Saiyan dashed with an intense look on his face. Having no regards to others, including the injured Zenta, he tackled the Red Witch from behind. In breakneck speeds, slammed the Witch against the ground before dragging her body across. “Ha!” He let out a grunt before tossing her near Brachi, Bara and Whis.

Approaching her as he ignored any thoughts from the “outside voice” that attempt to pierced his thoughts. Spina shoved Brachi, Bara and Whis out of the way as he stood above her with a raised fist. “You’re no Witch of Miracles. You’re not even Bernkastel. You’re nothing more than an imposter.” He threw the first punch against her face, knocking her deep in ground as crater formed beneath them.

“A fake!” He threw a second. “A failed replicate!” He threw the third, the fourth, and soon a rapid pace of strikes. “That brat called you misfortune! Yet this is the best thing you can do!? The power of the Witch, yet you let this freak [Vegetto-Black] order you around?!” He shouted as power of his punches became stronger. “To think I let you toss me around to see what you’re made of… only to be left disappointed. The worst of all… that damn Angel acting all high and mighty thinking he train someone powerful… and yet this is the result I see?! Pathetic.” Spina stopped his attacks and jumped back few steps away. He took a stance and taunted the Red Witch. “Come, fake Bernkastel. Disappoint me more.”
 
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Cayde looked on, having silently watched the entire display unfold; completely caught offguard from the level of potency that Daiman added onto his attack in their combined strike. The android soon joined the others as Daiman made his statement, interjecting with praise at the apology.

"Don't be kid...that was great. We-"

He stopped, however, as Daiman lamented on Sinister Bernkastel's title: the Red Witch of Misfortunes. Cayde blinked, glancing over towards the opponent engaged with Spina near Bara, Brachi and Whis.

"You sure? Looks like the old man's got her under control over there..."


Premonition of Finality (All involved in the battle with Vegetto Black)

Vegetto Black grunted and grimaced, Mooli's hold over his hand pinning him in his position. He struggled against the hold, still damaged from the potent attack, but his resistance growing underneath the Saiyan woman. Strangely too, as he continued to empower himself, his energy did not rise in typical fashion of a normal Saiyan. Instead, raw and brute strength began to mount; Mooli's grip over the doppelganger beginning to slip and wane against the raw power.

However, before Vegetto Black could break free, a sudden burst of ki swelled and spiked near the team. In a flash, a blue streak of energy tore through the air and appeared in an instant next to Mooli. The original Vegetto had arrived, fully transformed in his Super Saiyan Blue state, and had brandished a Spirit Sword of his own in his right arm.

In an instant, he lunged forward and stabbed directly into the immobilized Vegetto Black's abdomen with the blade. And just as you were all promised, he was successful in tearing through the defenses of Black's physical body; the doppelganger hacked and coughed up blood on the floor with a new energy sword lodged in his abdomen.

How beautiful this carnage could have been if it was more than this odd pair of Saiyans jumping Vegetto Black. Imagine the might...of all the Breakers bringing this poor, meaningless being to heel.

Oho...but it isn't enough, no. If all of you had simply attacked with all your might...everything could have ended here. But that's not possible with who you are, how lacking you are. You always look to answer split-second decisions with ten minute opinions...so afraid to take the risk. Like the boy there, you are too indecisive. You lack conviction. You lack vision and courage, letting the world go by and your opportunities slip. Standing in the back, waiting for victory to be handed to you. Oh, by the way, you should really look out for that counterattack-


"HA!"

Vegetto Black's harrowing battle cry could be felt as the scene had completely shifted; the doppelganger propelling forward now instead of being immobilized under Mooli. His fist had clocked Mooli's right cheek, knocking the Saiyan woman back as he rose to his feet. His smirk widened, a small trail of blood on the corner of his lip while he stood; the scar along his abdomen from the Spirit Sword stab earlier having sealed. Vegetto Black glanced to the side for a moment; Vegetto now resting in pain inside a newly formed crater, and the doppelganger chuckled while he taunted Mooli.

"Sorry, you were way open there."

Yet Vegetto Black turned away from the gathered Breakers fighting him, raising his right fist and wiping the blood away on his face. His eyes followed the original Vegetto first, taking one moment to look over the identical copy of himself in complete and utter disgust, before turning his eyes up to Sinister Bernkastel. Strangely, his own thoughts and feelings could easily be felt this time, his attention trained on Sinister Bernkastel and Spina across the way.

His disappointment was first; upset and annoyed that his ally did not arrive to defend him against the Breakers' ambush. However, those feelings of selfishness faded quickly; the doppelganger recognizing he needed to help his teammate now that Spina had routed her. Despite his own flaws, Vegetto Black soon shot forward in his desire to protect his only friend; aiming immediately towards Spina.


Whis watched Spina and Sinister Bernkastel's fight as the pair approached, quickly attempting to scoop the limp and injured Zenta up. The angel barely made a sound as he stumbled to the side, shoved to the ground with Zenta by Spina shortly after moving. The angel had fallen to one knee, carefully laying Zenta back onto the floor while he watched on again.

His expression grew pale as Spina spoke and taunted Sinister Bernkastel; his eyes widening. He cared little for Spina's disrespect towards him about the pair, but instead of finding comfort in Spina having the upper hand momentarily, Whis looked on in uncharacterstic horror as the older Saiyan tore into the psyche of his former pupil with his damning speech.

More beauty, more austerity in the elegance of decay.

So watch closely, everyone. See this traitor's worst fears come alive.

This is where it begins:

The end of your story.
 
Victor summons what looks like a seed made of light. Victor thinks "this should help those kids regenerate some stamina and a bit of health faster even in a fight." The seed simply floats behinds victor as it uses its powers to help his allies.
 
(I’m going to focus on the last couple of posts since I’m super behind lol. Let me know if I oversaw some stuff.)



“Whoa!” Asher gasped, being saved by Coella’s magical airbag. He checked himself, as if to confirm with Coella that he was fine. “I’m okay. Thanks a bunch, Bunni!”

Asher directed his attention to Vegetto Black, realizing that this match was not something he needed to take lightly. In a way, his blood ran cold upon looking at Vegetto Black, still seeing Zenta’s blood on his Gi, but it also made him incredibly upset.

“I’ll make that jerk pay for hurting Grandpa!” Asher snarled to himself. “But he’s too strong to fight alone! I bet if me and Bunni team up, we can beat him.”

Avalon listened to Daiman and his suspicions were confirmed. This other Bernkastel was not a direct copy of the original. His eyes narrowed as he stared at Evil Bernkastel, trying to figure out what she was. One thing was for certain; however, they needed to leave.

If what Daiman says is true, then we need to get out of here. I’m not sure how strong, or how close, that Bernkastel is to ours, but we shouldn’t take risks, not when Zenta is down… Avalon thought to himself. Spina would be a great help but he’s not himself, and then we got Vegetto Black to worry about. Bernkastel is strong, but she can’t do this on her own. No matter how much I think through it, we can’t win this!

Avalon flew on his paper falcon, swooping down and next to Coella and Asher. He called out to the group.

“We need to leave, now!” Avalon warned.

“But we need to stop them! I got a bone to pick with that guy anyway!” Asher pointed at Vegetto Black. “He hurt Grandpa and I’m going to kick his ass!”

“Listen to me!” Avalon shouted, his voice serious and stern, causing Asher to flinch slightly. “I understand you want to enact revenge but now is not the time for it. This guy nearly tore your grandfather in half from your recklessness!”

Avalon noticed the stunned expression on Asher’s face, his voice then lowered slightly, knowing he might have been too rough on the youngster.

“Look, your grandpa needs help, and I doubt he’ll get it if we get our butts whooped, right? Right now, we gotta get out of here, somehow, and help your grandpa.”

Asher glanced at Zenta who was breathing heavily on the ground, struggling to keep a rhythm to his breathing. Even with healing, Asher can tell that his grandfather was not doing well. Swallowing his pride, he nodded once towards Avalon, matching his demeanor.

“You’re right! Let’s just get grandpa out of here!”

Avalon nodded in response, realizing that Asher, at least, was willing to listen to reason despite his need to fight and beat Vegetto Black. His eyes glanced at the other Breakers, trying to figure out how to approach this situation.

“Okay, I think I got a plan. You and Coella grab Zenta while I do my best to distract Vegetto Black. No matter what happens, just get out of here, kid!”

Avalon hopped on his paper falcon as it flew up in the air heading towards Vegetto Black. He noticed the original Vegetto return and attack his evil counterpart. In a way, he felt relieved that the original Vegetto was back, but not enough to be happy about it.

“Great, two trash talkin’ psychopaths. Can hardly tell the difference…” Avalon sighed but quickly remained turned his attention back to the task at hand.

With swift hand signs, Avalon tossed some smoke balls from his leg pouch towards Vegetto Black, hoping to at least distract him for a few seconds. He summoned some water clones of himself, each one running to Vegetto Black. One clone simply latched onto his back and the other two clung onto his legs to hinder and annoy him.
 
"That's the way it is," Brachi said, recovering after Spina's sudden move and overhearing Avalon, "those villains always having these self-absorbed claims while in reality, they're no better than the very people they despise so much. Then again, why waste words on someone who will NEVER understand a thing of what we truly represent..."

With that, Brachi transformed into Super Saiyan God, ready to spring into action as she had observed enough of the opposition, while Bara merely frowned.

"Body snatchers such as our 'friend' Black over there will never be able to grasp the true essence of an individual... they may be the physical part and act like it with the strength it possesses, but without the proper mentality or soul, it will ALWAYS be incomplete... faulty... defective... never being able to truly grasp the thought process of the original, nor of its memories... and with that lack of foresight or care... it will always be second best, a second-hand copy that in the end proves to be no better than the original..." Brachi said, calculating her moves as she discreetly dropped tiny specks of ki from her fingertips as if she were laying out a minefield of sorts, wanting to set up a trap for her current comrades to capitalize on.

"And that, my friends, is what is going on here... they call us 'The Breakers'... I couldn't, for the life of me, understand why they address us as such... maybe they feel that all we're good for is to 'break' something... how ironic that they will be proven right in one aspect...," Brachi said, before Bara or Dielec could interject, "by us breaking their self-imposed vision about us... by breaking their rules and their plans, and leading them to the breakdown they so rightfully deserve... the Breakers and the Broken... with the villains on that last part..."

Brachi then began to fuel her right fist with energy, counting on Avalon's clones to keep Black busy, before suddenly charging in and clocking Black right in the kisser, flashing momentarily into Super Saiyan Blue before her fist hit him, after which she switched back to Super Saiyan God, as if she never changed into Blue to begin with.
 
Mooli furrowed her brows and strained to fight off the growing resistance she was feeling rise from Vegetto Black's body, trying to react with equal force in subduing him. Just as her body was starting to give way, the real Vegetto had intervened in the nick of time. While her expression was still under stress, she managed to grin with the optimism that they could turn this battle around. Mooli raised one of her hands to the top of his head, thinking of slamming his head to the ground and letting the others dogpile onto him. Suddenly, however, her arms were only hugging the air.

"!?" Mooli stood agape, Vegetto Black's fist having practically materialized in front of her and slamming into her cheek. She was sent to the ground, spitting out blood and groaning from the world spinning around her. She could only grimace in response to the man's taunts, following his line of sight and quietly gasping seeing Vegetto crumpled into a crater not far from her. The Saiyan woman was too stunned to try and go after him again immediately.

Hearing Daiman's voice get closer to them, Mooli began to realize how much trouble this 'issue' Whis had was far beyond what she anticipated initially. "Witch of... Misfortune? But isn't she supposed to be the Witch of-" Spina's outburst cut off her question. Clearly it triggered something in Vegetto Black to go after him in kind, the looming threat having redirected itself to another person for the time being. As she scrambled for the crater to assess Vegetto's injuries, it set in how little the doppelganger had thought of them. He didn't use even a sliver of brutality on the two compared to Zenta. We're just flies to him. Not even worth killing. A cold bead of sweat rolled down her face as she hoisted Vegetto over herself, dashing over towards Daiman with her hand reached out. "Let's get the hell out of dodge! Anywhere but here--"

"SILENCE! You insolent s̵̛͍p̴̻͑e̷̟̊c̷͍̓k̴̼͝."


A man's enraged baritone voice echoed through a thunderous roar of thunder, radiating in a shockwave from a bolt of lightning that had struck the very crater Sinister Bernkastel lay in.

Even as her body was crunching and shifting its broken bones back into place, she was standing with steam billowing around her, her long hair clinging to her rain-soaked corpse like inky tentacles. Between the wet strands obscuring her face emerged her piercing red eyes that met Whis's -- only for a sliver of a second, seemingly doing the same to any of the Breakers she could immediately see in the vicinity. The black storm clouds above the area lit up in sync as the voice morphed in and out with Sinister Bernkastel's.

"You are a mere PIECE! Nothing but a stray dog blindly following the path of anyone that can control it! An existence that only lives to meet the ends others have determined FOR you! Trash to be disposed of the moment your superiors have no further use for you! Nobody can control me! Nobody can kill me, NOBODY! KNOW YOUR PLACE, YOU LOWLIFE!" The Red Witch roared at the top of her lungs, throwing out her arms as the shadows in the environment around the Breakers near Spina and Vegetto Black began to morph and twist, pinching off into black feathers that filled the air and began converging into monstrous crows that let out ear-piercing screeches and quickly swarmed around Avalon and his paper bird, attempting to impede his ninja art by slashing at him with their sharp talons.

"Playtime is over, old man." A hand reached out through the smokescreen and grasped the back of Spina's head, sharp black claws digging in and drawing delicate beads of blood that trickled down. It was only one hand but the strength behind it was impossibly strong for a grip of Bernkastel's caliber. The arm that the Red Witch used to hold Spina in place had been replaced with that of a beast; coarse black fur covering the thickened muscle. "You've made your choice." Her heavily damaged and broken ribcage cracked open even further, like a venus fly trap, sending out long steel chains lashing at the air in various parts of the nearby area to deter the remaining Breakers from getting in close. Each time Brachi came in close to attack Vegetto Black, a chain would strike at her in retaliation. Yet no move was made to immediately capture her.

"Where is she...." the Red Witch muttered under her breath.

Bernkastel, seeing the onslaught of chains complicating the accessibility of the field, frowning before drawing in a deep breath-- she had been forced to use Clear Mind much earlier than she would have liked. But it made the chains haphazardly whipping around much easier to evade entirely. Soon, the smokescreen cloud was approaching and Bernkastel could clearly see Vegetto Black being intercepted by Avalon and Brachi. This would be as perfect a spot as any to kill the man and end him once and for all. Bernkastel raised her hand forth and summoned her scythe, taking aim as she ran closer and closer to kill him; she could see herself slicing his arms clean off, easily slipping right in front of him, and then beheading him. It would all be over in an instant.

Bernkastel raised the scythe over her head, positioning it perfectly over Vegetto Black's arms to begin its momentum. I've got you now!
Right as she could feel it time to disengage Clear Mind, the very instant she was ready to release her bated breath, a large silhouette towering over the five fighters came into her peripheral vision.

"S̶TOP.̴.̴.̵B̷͙͍̓͛̄Ú̵̟̭͙L̴͚͊͝Ĺ̷̗̹̫Ý̴͈͚Ĩ̴̖N̸̳͚͈̑̈́̃G̸̱͂͗.̸.̷.̵.̶ ̸B̷ERN!" it commanded, cutting through the silence of Bernkastel's perfect, silent, idealized world that Clear Mind assured. The silhouette, unlike everything else in Clear Mind, didn't seem anywhere near impeded by the slowed flow of time. It stooped lower until a deathly pale young woman's hollowed red eyes locked onto Bernkastel with blood-stained tears streaming down its face. 'She' had a deformed body, hunched with multiple long gangly arms hanging off her like a spider. All wearing aged and faded dainty black-lace gloves, her body adorned in a faded pink dress and a massive hole where her heart would have been. Each arm held a different weapon; a gun, a branched sword, a sickled hatchet, a hammer and nails, and a ceremonial rake with jagged sharp edges. Everyone could see it, but for it to see Bernkastel plain as day through her safety veil of Clear Mind... was unfathomable.

She only locked eyes with it for an instant and lost instantly.
Not even a word formed in her mind, her eyes hardly widening in realization of her fatal mistake when the Witch felt a ripping, splitting headache zigzag its way all over her skull in blinding, searing-hot pain. The world as she saw it in Clear Mind became an abyss of black lined in red. Immediately, Bernkastel let out a high-pitched scream as she gripped her head seemingly in a desperate bid to keep it from what she believed was falling apart and killing her. Bright red blood spurted out from where she felt her head ripping open. The poor Witch was in so much pain, screaming was the only thing she could manage before falling to her knees, blindly reaching out for something, or someone, until her body could no longer sustain the damage. The Witch of Miracles collapsed in a pool of her blood, unresponsive.

The nightmarish figure raised the arm holding the pistol, and fired multiple rounds into the air in Brachi's direction -- bullets of candy that hit harder than lead and exploded shrapnel once they hit their target. Another hand threw a volley of giant nails into the air and struck them with the hammer aiming to hit anyone on the ground. "A̴l̵l̸ ̷o̵f̴ ̵y̸o̷u̵ ̷s̸h̴o̶u̸l̶d̷ ̸D̶I̷E̵!̵"

Sinister Bernkastel wheezed before breaking into a maniacal cackle. "AHAHAHAHAHA!!! How utterly pathetic! What's wrong? Did you see something scary!?" Animated with a sick glee, she tightened her grip on Spina's head and forced him to look at the Witch on the ground, kicking mud onto her as she continued mocking him. "Remind me again, old man! WHICH OF US IS THE FAILURE HERE!? Ahahahaha! I didn't even have to touch her! It really was that easy! Serves her right!!! Looks like this is checkmate, Whis. WHERE'S YOUR MIRACLE NOW?!" She asked, clearly reveling in Whis's horrified expression.

"So? How's it feel to have your precious Witch of Miracles struck down before your very eyes, completely powerless to do anything about it!? Tell me, tell me, don't you feel just awful!? How's it feel to be humiliated in front of everyone like this? Do you understand it now? How utterly beneath me you are in every way? And best of all--!" She leaned close enough for their foreheads to touch, Sinister Bernkastel's red eyes piercing Spina's with a Cheshire cat smile. "She has you to thank for it! They all do. You failure."
 
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