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(A few minutes earlier…)
"Ugh…"
Amethyst gasped for air, visibly exhausted. Her body appeared cracked, with pieces of her crystal scales falling to the ground. She was bleeding profusely, tattered, and on the verge of collapse.
Yet her eyes burned with unwavering determination, fueled by the resolve Drake had instilled in her through rigorous training. Amethyst was no longer a reckless fool. She had become a warrior, her strength honed through relentless practice and real battles.
She had even avenged herself, despite Jord's absence. Amethyst was confident a way out existed.
There was always a way, after all.
"Amethyst, listen closely. No foe is invincible. As long as your powers aren't vastly disparate, like a mortal against a god, there will always be a path to victory. The more abilities and techniques you master, and the further you advance in your cultivation, the greater your chances of finding that path become."
