La Di suddenly coughed violently, and an ominous dark red light burst forth from the wound on her chest. Her body leaned forward, her green hair spreading out like spilled ink, and an ominous glow shimmered around her.
The group then snapped out of their shock and confusion at having been transported to this place, as well as their embarrassment at being naked—one of their companions was seriously injured.
"She can't hold on any longer!" Catherine exclaimed, immediately rushing forward to support La Di.
Eileen hurriedly stepped forward, biting her lip hard, her face drained of color beneath her blonde hair. Years ago, she had run away from home to Alda, becoming Paul's advisor alongside La Di. The two had a deep friendship, and seeing her close friend in this state now filled her with immense sorrow.
Without hesitation, Paul turned around and strode forward, his knees slamming heavily onto the empty ground. He took La Di from Catherine, pulled her limp body into his arms, and his hands touched the cold sweat seeping from her back.
La Di trembled like a falling leaf in his arms, bright red blood oozing from her pale lips. The witch stared wide-eyed at Paul, seemingly trying to imprint the man's image into her soul in these final moments.
"Hold on!" Paul whispered, brushing aside the strands of hair stuck to her forehead with sweat. He could feel the witch in his arms losing body heat, and the lines on her body flickered and changed, like embers about to go out.
Catherine's trembling hand pressed against La Di's cold fingertips: "Her life is crumbling..."
Tears streamed down Eileen's face, falling like beads from a broken string to the "ground." Her eyes were bloodshot, and she looked at Coleridge with a mixture of grief and anger, roaring, "It's all your fault, you vicious bastard!"
Coleridge stiffened, but quickly regained her previous icy demeanor. The renewed hostility between them also pulled the white-haired witch out of her awkward situation.
"I show no mercy to my enemies!"
Catherine was furious and grabbed Coleridge.
"Damn it!" The white-haired witch tried to fight back, but unable to cast any magic, she was no match for the female knight and was suppressed by her opponent in just a few moves.
"Then we won't hold back! If La Di leaves, you should go down and keep her company!" Catherine's words were chilling, like the ice spikes the witch had cast earlier.
Paul anxiously asked the girl in his arms, " La Di, I know you must have a way. You always have a way to deal with crises, and this time will be no exception."
"Cough...cough..." Just as the witch's life force was about to be extinguished, the entire space suddenly trembled violently.
The silver mist was torn apart by the violent energy, and an emerald storm exploded out of nowhere, the blinding light forcing everyone to open their eyes.
At the eye of the storm, a graceful figure gradually came into view—it was a woman.
To everyone's astonishment, the woman had the exact same face as Laddie Setia, yet exuded a completely different aura of danger.
She hovered in the eye of the storm, her waist-length green hair dancing like a living thing, the ends shimmering with stardust-like light. Unlike La Di's current pale face, this identical face had a bewitching blush, and her full lips curved into a captivating smile.
Most surprisingly, everyone noticed a difference between her and La Di —the woman had a pair of curved amber-colored horns on her head, as if carved from the finest beeswax, shimmering with an eerie luster in the storm.
Her body seemed more voluptuous than La Di's, every curve of which seemed meticulously calculated, exuding a breathtaking allure reminiscent of the legendary succubus, but without the hooves and tail of the legendary succubus. Her bare ankles were slender and beautiful, her nails gleaming like pearls, and each step she took in the void created translucent ripples.
"How pathetic, my dear other self."
Her voice was like poison mixed with honey. When those green eyes looked at Paul, his gaze met hers, and he couldn't help but shudder. He saw a burning desire in the depths of her eyes that La Di would never have shown when she looked at him.
The woman in mid-air slowly descended and gracefully came to the group's side. She leaned down, her nostrils twitching slightly, and gently sniffed Paul's cheek, the scent of musk and datura wafting towards them.
Catherine instinctively tried to pull Paul away, but found that she couldn't move her body.
Suddenly, the mysterious woman's green pupils contracted, and two clusters of eerie purple flames ignited within them. She abruptly turned towards Collich, the storm energy around her instantly boiling over, her emerald hair dancing wildly like venomous snakes.
"Damn alien race!" Her voice was no longer languid and alluring, but filled with thunderous fury. "How dare you hurt me with an ice blade?!"
Forced back half a step by the invisible pressure, fear surfaced in her icy blue eyes for the first time. She instinctively tried to summon ice armor, but only received a cold laugh from the mysterious woman. An invisible force gripped her throat, lifting her naked body into the air.
The mysterious woman's anger flared even higher. She violently tossed her emerald hair, and the storm howled sharply in response to her emotions.
"You vicious ice queen!" She pointed a slender finger at Collich, the tip crackling with dangerous arcs of purplish-black electricity. "This is the worst injury I've ever suffered in my life!"
Collich was lifted up by the throat by an invisible force, her bare legs kicking futilely in the air. Her icy blue pupils contracted sharply, and for the first time, genuine fear appeared on her face.
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Everyone was completely stunned. Eileen stammered, "Wait, wait a minute... You said she hurt you? But it was clearly La Di who was hurt..."
Paul shouted, "No matter what happens, save La Di first!"
His intuition told him that the presence of this woman, who looked exactly like La Di, must be related to La Di's injuries.
The woman sneered upon hearing this, but actually loosened her grip, causing Collich to fall heavily to the ground, clutching his throat and coughing violently.
"Save her?" The woman turned and looked down at the dying La Di, the light on her sharp horns flickering. "What do you think I'm here for?"
She suddenly knelt down, her long green hair and La Di's loose hair intertwining eerily, as if they were alive.
When her fingertips lightly touched the wound on La Di's chest, "Hiss—" she actually let out a painful groan, as if she were the one who was injured.
Both of their bodies simultaneously emitted a strange, resonant glow.
The woman gently embraced La Di, bringing them face to face. Their identical faces were almost touching—the same beautifully curved noses, the same slightly trembling eyelashes, every detail was exactly the same.