Sonia slowly descended to the edge of the cliff, sheathed her sword, and took the towel and sports drink from Daedalus. She wiped the fine sweat from her neck with the towel and sipped water in small mouthfuls. Before her lay a massive rift too deep to see the bottom of. From above, it looked like an ugly, savage scar across the earth, almost cutting the entire land in two.
But half an hour ago, this place had still been an endless plain.
Completely suppressed.
Diya muttered, "I was pretty confident, too. I thought I'd definitely become the strongest this time, but I still couldn't beat you... Sword Maiden, you're way too ridiculous!"
Vesir came over and said, "To think you can split off three Sisters avatars with self-awareness, each able to freely use Spell Spirits and Wonders. In a melee, you're a magical artillery battery; against a single target, you can absolutely suppress them; you even incorporated Prophecy and Miracles into your tactical system, able to Anticipate the Enemy from start to finish... You're practically a Demigod army."
"But Sword Maiden is a sword of utmost solemnity and utmost allure. She can violently cut through mountains and seas, and also poetically slice apart time and Prophecy. Even when Witch can already Anticipate the Enemy, she still can't block Sword Maiden's edge." Vesir sighed. "You two are clearly the youngest, but looking at you both always makes me wonder if the extra years I've lived were wasted on a dog..."
Vishy lazily flew down, the flames on her body dissipating as she openly revealed a deep-black bra. She took out a bottle of water and poured it over her head. The cold stream slid all the way down along her collarbones, crystal droplets hanging on the half-spheres before slipping