A Bet with Slutty Evil Being!



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However, Nyssa realized that she had carried with her the memories of both the battle and being in Old Age, which created a strange feeling of being in two places at once.

It was as if she was living in two different worlds, one where she was a mortal fighting for her life and the other where she was an immortal swordsman honing her skills. The experience was surreal, and Nyssa struggled to make sense of it all.

Was it possible that her time in Old Age had somehow given her an advantage in her battle against Avalandor? Or was it simply a side effect of wielding Old Age, an artifact with powers beyond her understanding?

Regardless of the answers to these questions, Nyssa knew one thing for certain: she had to focus on defeating Avalandor once and for all. She couldn't afford to be distracted by the strange sensations and memories that lingered from her time in Old Age.

With renewed determination, Nyssa prepared to face Avalandor again, knowing that the fate of the kingdom depended on her success.

Avalandor sneered at Nyssa, confident that he would emerge victorious in their battle. "Keh! When I finally get you, I believe I'll have no choice but to make you pay for that miserable Death sword."

At the start of the battle, Avalandor had the upper hand thanks to Death sword, and he wielded it with ruthless efficiency. Nyssa suffered several minor injuries from his attacks, and it seemed only a matter of time before he landed a fatal blow.

Despite this, Nyssa refused to give up. She fought with all her might, using her own skills and cunning to evade Avalandor's attacks and retaliate with strikes of her own.

As the battle raged on, she began to feel the strain of fighting against such a formidable opponent. Her muscles ached, and her breathing became labored, but still she refused to surrender.

As the battle between Nyssa and Avalandor continued, Death sword seemed to have a will of its own and defied Avalandor's commands. Slowly but surely, the tide began to turn in Nyssa's favor.

Both fighters were now evenly matched in terms of their abilities, but Avalandor still had an edge over Nyssa due to his extensive experience in combat. Moreover, he had the added advantage of wielding the powerful Death sword.

However, the tables turned as Death sword started to work against Avalandor, and its effects rendered his experience useless. The mighty sword was now in Nyssa's possession, and she wielded it with newfound strength and power.

Realizing that he was at a disadvantage, Avalandor began to look for other sources of assistance to help him win the battle. He cast a quick glance over at the fight between Luce and Thaddeus that was taking place nearby, even as he deftly blocked Nyssa's blade with his shield.

The battle was intense, with both combatants putting up a fierce fight. Nyssa, determined to emerge victorious, attacked with all her might, striking hard and fast. Avalandor, equally determined, defended himself with skill and agility, blocking Nyssa's attacks with his shield and countering with quick strikes of his own.

Despite his efforts, however, he began to realize that he was no match for Nyssa's newfound strength and determination, coupled with the power of Death sword.

As the fight continued, Avalandor knew that he needed to act fast if he was to have any chance of winning. He weighed his options, casting furtive glances at the ongoing battle between Luce and Thaddeus.

Would he be able to get the help he needed to defeat Nyssa and claim Death sword for himself, or would he have to admit defeat and accept the consequences of his failure?

As Avalandor fought against Nyssa, his attention was divided between their battle and the ongoing one between Luce and the witch.

While he observed the two, he noticed that their battle had yet to commence. Despite the initial shock of seeing the large dragon lying next to the witch, Avalandor swiftly refocused his attention on the demon Thaddeus.

Avalandor quickly realized that the sorcery of the fallen angel was vastly superior to that of the demon. Thaddeus attempted to conjure up living beings, but each one was instantly destroyed by Luce's light magic.

Additionally, whenever Thaddeus tried to engage in physical combat, he was punished with black magic. The realization dawned on Avalandor that Thaddeus was channeling evil magic through the fallen angel.

This revelation further stunned Avalandor and caused him to become distracted during his fight with Nyssa. His thoughts were consumed by the implications of what he had just witnessed.

How was it possible for a demon to channel evil magic through a fallen angel? What was the extent of their powers? These questions plagued Avalandor's mind, and he realized that this battle was no longer just about defeating his enemies, but about unraveling the secrets of their abilities.

In the midst of the chaos, Nyssa seized the opportunity to strike at Thaddeus. With a swift movement, she overpowered the demon's guard and aimed her blade at his neck. The sword glinted in the light as it sliced through the demon's flesh, severing his head in a single blow. Blood spurted from the open wound, staining the ground crimson.

Avalandor watched in shock as the demon fell to the ground, lifeless. His horns shattered upon impact with the rocky terrain, and his body took a few unsteady steps before finally coming to rest.

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