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Chapter 609 To an Unknown Destination

However, the world shifted as a surge of green electricity erupted from the ground, forming a protective barrier that sent Cuban hurtling away.

Lenny\'s gaze turned to the source of this intervention, and from the shadows emerged Perseus. The cloak that concealed him bore the scars of the explosion, testament to the unseen struggles he endured while hidden. Perseus, now imbued with the blood of the Primordial beast, stood as a specter of resistance, the green electricity crackling around him like an ethereal shroud.

The aftermath of the explosion had granted Perseus newfound strength, elevating him to the peak of the Lesser rank. His attacks defied the contractual binds set by the blood, an anomaly facilitated by the resonance of his true name entwined with Lenny\'s destiny.

 Each surge of green electricity discharged like a desperate plea, an attempt to alter the course of fate.

Lenny, grappling with grief and anger, seized the moment created by Perseus\'s intervention. He conjured and released a barrage of white fireballs, each pulsating with rage undefined. The projectiles streaked across the battleground, homing in on Cuban, who, caught off guard, was sent sprawling across the scorched earth.

As Cuban struggled to rise, his form illuminated by the fading glow of the white fire, Lenny\'s emotions surged. Loss and fury intertwined, creating a tempest within him. Glenn\'s lifeless body, the weight of her sacrifice, all converged to amplify the storm of emotions.

Amidst the chaos, Glenn, now lying on Lenny\'s chest, had become a vessel of crimson, her lifeblood pouring over him. In her weakened state, she whispered words lingering in the air like a haunting melody. "Live for us," she implored, the tenderness in her voice a stark contrast to the brutality surrounding them. With a deliberate motion, she removed the ruby stone from around her neck, a gesture laden with significance. Placing it gently into Lenny\'s hand, she muttered an incantation, the last vestiges of her magic intertwining with the stone.

The ruby pulsed with a faint glow, echoing the ethereal connection between their destinies. Lenny, now cradling the weight of loss and a newfound responsibility, watched as Glenn\'s form grew colder against his chest. His eyes, once mirrors of her pain, now reflected the turbulent emotions that surged within him.

At the same time, the Ruby stone glowed in crimson red as dark runes formed from her flowing blood all around him.

In the distance, Cuban saw this and rose again, his hatred undiminished, but Perseus stood as a guardian against the impending storm. 

Vinegar, fueled by grief and anger, surged forward with a torrent of tears streaming down her face. "You BASTARD!"

The battlefield echoed with her cries as she harnessed the power of her Darkline magic, a manifestation of her overwhelming emotions. The canopy of darkness enveloped her, a shroud of sorrow and rage that concealed her from view.

Cuban, still recovering from the onslaught of Perseus and the white fireballs unleashed by Lenny, sensed the approaching force. His demonic instincts tingled with caution as he turned to face the dark storm hurtling towards him. Vinegar\'s silhouette emerged from the shadows, her eyes ablaze with fury and her features distorted by the pain of loss.

The air crackled with tension as Vinegar raised her hands, gathering the volatile energy into a swirling vortex above her. The dark tendrils coalesced into a formidable canopy, a manifestation of her tumultuous emotions. With a resounding cry, she directed the condensed darkness towards Cuban, seeking to crush him beneath the weight of her sorrow.

Cuban, recognizing the impending danger, responded with a surge of his own demonic power. The air vibrated with the clash of energies as the dark canopy and Cuban\'s formidable aura collided. The battlefield became a chaotic symphony of swirling energies, each pulse resonating with the grief and rage that permeated the air.

For a moment, it seemed as if the forces were evenly matched, locked in a fierce struggle that mirrored the emotional turmoil of those involved. Vinegar, fueled by her determination to avenge Glenn, poured every ounce of her anguish into the dark vortex. Meanwhile, Cuban, driven by his demonic prowess, resisted the crushing force with tenacity.

Usually, his power should not be able to block her own. After all, she was at the peak of the Deep Demon rank, and he was at the lower ranks. At least that was what she thought. 

But Cuban suddenly had a cocky smile on his face. It was now that she realized that something was wrong. Naturally, the person fighting him was none other than Gar.

She noticed his bracelet around his arm. "Royal Treasure?" She muttered. She frowned harder but did not stop her assault. In fact, she put in more pressure.

As the clash continued, the ground beneath them trembled, scarred by the surges of energy cascading in all directions. 

Glenn\'s blood, imbued with arcane energies, weaved intricate black runes. These mysterious symbols, born from the sacrifice of the fallen witch, danced in the air with an ethereal grace, carrying a profound magic that defied the laws of the battlefield.

Lenny, still cradling Glenn\'s lifeless form on his chest, found himself enveloped in the tendrils of these magical runes. The black symbols wrapped around him like an otherworldly cocoon, creating an aura of mourning and protection. In the blink of an eye, a mysterious force whisked Lenny away from the battlefield, carrying him to an unknown destination.

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