Personal memories could not contend with the ancient memories of the earth, but "Mr. Lathers," that unique individual, existed within the Guardians' main body. Thus, in the distant night sky, the Words of Sublimation within the gray mist shattered. Though the Guardians held the advantage in power, under the indirect influence of Siris's memories, the two sides actually ended in a narrow draw.
Siris herself, after briefly resisting those mad whispers, let out a muffled groan and had no choice but to sever her connection to the Memory Threads.
But this seemingly bold act was not without gain. From the consciousness of the Guardian that wore her father's appearance, she had come into contact with some extraordinary information.
"Destruction!"
Luvia struck out again over Siris's shoulder, and another half of the forest was blasted into flat ground carpeted in White Ash. Meanwhile, the witch from the memories controlled by Siris borrowed the earth's power to search for the next location where the Guardian's clone would appear.
But that was, after all, merely the witch from her memories, incapable even of using witch secret arts. Thus, when the Guardian appeared again completely unharmed and had the black mud almost form a hemispherical dome around them, Siris could only admit that she had no way to deal with it.
Luvia continued to watch her opponent with a grave expression, rapidly exchanging battlefield intelligence with "her" beside her ear. In her senses, the battle between the distant Thirteenth Ring Warlocks had already entered its next stage. After being briefly affected by Siris, the Mad Guardian could still suppress two Thirteenth Ring Warlocks of The Church at once by relying solely on itself. She knew she could wait no longer.
Having resolved to use her own Low-Ring Words of Sublimation, *May starlight bless you,