"Crimson Veil"
Ysabella creates blood in the air that transforms into a red mist. When Malakar is struck by it, he loses his sense of direction, his senses distorted.
"Scarlet Centuries"
To protect himself for a few moments, Malakar summons a legion of soldiers formed from condensed blood. They don't seem to have consciousness, waiting for his orders.
"Kill her."
Upon hearing the command, they immediately charge. Ysabella, seeing this, simply raises her hand and spins it, creating a hole of blood that tears through all of them. Approaching Malakar, she creates a blade in her hand and stabs into his eye with force, wanting to go as deep as possible.
"Aaaahhhh!"
Feeling the immense pain, he panics and falls back, retreating with all his senses scrambled, vomiting on the ground. It was the first time in his life that he had ever felt fear and rage at the humiliation he was experiencing. First, his grandfather trusted a stranger, then his plan failed, and now he couldn't do anything against someone who should be at his level.
"You damned… you must have evolved your circle, didn't you, wretch? How did you do it?"
"What a beautiful look you have—it's like a spoiled child crying for not getting what they want."
Approaching with that dark smile, she creates a blade in her hand and raises it into the air for a strike. Feeling something behind her, she dodges to the side, and Ozymir appears in front of his master while Verlate comes from above, creating a sphere of blood that collides with a blood whirlwind made by Ozymir to defend. The clash creates pressure in the air, pushing both back.
"Young master, try to find an exit. I'll take care of the two."
"Impossible."
"You don't need to worry, young master—"
Feeling his back pierced, he looks behind and sees Malakar stabbing him with that special item they had paid for. He didn't even look at Ozymir, only focusing his rage-filled eyes on Ysabella ahead.
"It's impossible for you to be stronger than me. You must have had some help, so I'll have mine."
Feeling a pain, Ozymir began to fade into the air, with much of his power dissipating while another part entered Malakar's body, making a fifth circle appear in his mana heart. With a nearly crazed look, he stared at the two.
"Now we're at the same level. If you want, you can come together."
Seeing this, Verlate realizes he could finish him easily, and Malakar probably hadn't noticed that while he had just evolved into the fifth circle, Verlate was already at the sixth.
"That makes things easier—"
"Sylas told you to leave him to me."
Seeing Ysabella looking confident, he decides to let this fight happen and leaps to the top of the stairs. If something happened, he would intervene quickly. Ysabella's mocking look in her eyes enraged Malakar.
"Don't look at me like that!"
Raising his hand, he summons his soldiers again, but this time with blood spikes all over their bodies and weapons. Giving a mental command, they all rush to kill Ysabella.
"Piercing Blood."
From bubbles of blood created in the air, several blood bullets pierce the soldiers. Malakar forms a larger one behind him, but from drops of blood above that soldier, invisible lines of blood latch onto him.
"Attack, why aren't you attacking?"
Turning to look, he is struck by a sword blow from his own soldier, causing a shockwave that shook all the items in the room. Ysabella quickly closed in and kicked him in the face with all her strength, infused with powerful magic, sending several of his teeth flying.
He may have evolved to the fifth circle, but he was far too unbalanced. That might have helped if it were incredible power, but his increase in level and magical strength wasn't that great compared to hers. Knowing this, Ysabella only enjoyed the expressions he made, really believing he could beat her.
'This moment is exactly what I want.'
Letting him get up, she allowed herself to be struck by his spikes. It hurt, but it was nothing to her, just giving him hope that he might win. Thanks to that blood, she realized her percentage was still rising and had already reached thirty percent. It would stop at some point, so she would take advantage of this moment.
"Spiny Blood Orb."
Several orbs formed around her, and spikes pierced her body. Breaking those spikes with her hands, she raised her arm to cast her new spell.
"Throne of Blood."
Her surrounding blood crystallizes, and the field begins to change. A blade is created, assuming a beautiful form, and once completed, all surrounding blood is crystallized—even the blood on Malakar's body, which ends up pierced by it, especially on his face. Behind her, an incomplete throne is formed.
"AAAAAHHHH YOU WRETCH! AAAAAHHHN!"
Screaming in pain, he felt all his cells burning. It seemed like a spell designed for torture because the longer it lasted, the more he felt pain and burning throughout his body.
"I've waited for this a long time, you filthy leech."
Stepping on his face, she tried to crush him into the ground, though it was impossible due to the house's resistance. She raised her hand, creating several blades in the air. Even in pain, Malakar began to laugh.
"Why are you laughing?"
"Haha… You can kill me all you want, because I've already made you suffer enough… haha."
"You haven't changed, and that makes me happy. If you begged, I'd feel disgust while taking revenge."
"What do you mean?"
Malakar feels his leg cut, that burning sensation returning, and he screams. His regeneration seemed weaker too, and this time, when he looked up, he didn't just feel fear—he felt terror.
"I'll tear every part of your body apart and burn it so there's no chance your soul can rest in peace."
In Ysabella's eyes was absolute madness, wanting only to make him suffer. Terror consumed him, but before he could say anything, his tongue was cut out. Up above, Verlate watched everything and didn't care, simply deciding to sleep since it was all ending.