Lucy, battered and bloodied, tried to rise, but the relentless onslaught of Kergezkat's attacks left her struggling to keep up. She threw up another shield of ice, her breath coming in ragged gasps, but the overwhelming power of the twin spheres smashed through it like it was nothing. The explosion of light and shadow engulfed her, the resulting shockwave leveling what remained of the Monster Kingdom beneath them. The ground split open, massive cracks radiating outward as chunks of ice and rock were thrown into the air.

Kergezkat descended upon her with terrifying speed, his body a blur of light and shadow. His newly formed claws, blazing with sunlight and moonlight, slashed at her with a fury she could barely withstand. Every strike landed with bone-shattering force, the very air around them distorting as the sheer power of his blows created sonic booms. The frost covering Lucy's body shattered with each impact, her draconic form unable to keep up with the relentless onslaught.

The earth trembled beneath their feet as Kergezkat's attacks intensified. His strikes grew more erratic, more destructive as if the power within him was pushing him beyond his own control. Light and darkness exploded outward with evqery movement, carving deep gouges into the landscape and reducing the battlefield to rubble. Lucy fought back desperately, swinging her sword of ice with all her remaining strength, but Kergezkat's mutated form overwhelmed her at every turn.

Each blow sent her reeling, her body wracked with pain as the endless cycle of regeneration and destruction continued to take its toll. Blood and frost coated her form as she staggered under the force of Kergezkat's maddened assault, her once mighty aura dimming with each passing moment.

Kergezkat, lost in his crazed state, showed no mercy. He drove Lucy back with a relentless barrage of devastating attacks, his every strike fueled by the unstable power coursing through his contorted form.

Kergezkat stood over Lucy, his form towering and monstrous, twisted by the fusion of light and darkness that now pulsed through his body. His golden and ebony eyes glowed with a savage intensity, devoid of mercy, as he gazed down at her broken, bloodied form. Lucy lay in a crumpled heap at his feet, her once majestic draconic body battered and torn. Blood oozed from every square inch of her skin, mingling with the shattered remnants of her icy armor, her breathing ragged and shallow. Every breath she took was a battle in itself, her ribs aching, her wings broken and limp. Kergezkat's wings of molten sunlight and moonlight flared, casting an eerie glow over the ruined battlefield, the twisted remnants of the Monster Kingdom long forgotten beneath their titanic clash.

He raised his hand, dark energy crackling in his palm, preparing to deliver the final blow. But before his strike could land, Lucy's world went blank.

Suddenly, everything around her vanished—the battlefield, Kergezkat, the searing pain. In an instant, she found herself standing on a vast, empty plane of dark water, its surface perfectly still and reflective, as though frozen in time. Above her, a dark sun loomed, casting an oppressive, dim light that seemed to sap the warmth from the air. The horizon stretched endlessly into blackness, as if the world had been swallowed by an eternal void.

Lucy blinked, disoriented, her breathing steadying as she realized her injuries were gone. Her body was whole again, restored to its normal state. She looked down at her hands, expecting to see the blood, the cuts, the bruises—but they were all gone. The weight of exhaustion still clung to her, but the physical damage had vanished. She touched her face, her skin smooth and unbroken, but the silence around her was unnerving.

She spun around, searching for any sign of life, for any clue as to where she was, but there was nothing—just the dark water, the endless horizon, and the unnatural sun hanging high above.

Suddenly, she felt a light tap on her shoulder.

Her heart raced. In that instant, her breath caught in her throat. She twisted her head sharply, ready to face whatever was behind her, but as soon as her gaze snapped around—

The world shifted violently, and she was back beneath Kergezkat.

In the blink of an eye, his face was inches from hers, his crazed expression filled with rage and twisted delight. Time seemed to slow as Lucy's eyes widened, barely processing the sudden shift. Kergezkat's massive, deformed fist, crackling with both light and shadow, was already in motion, hurling towards her with an explosive force. The power behind it was immense, a blend of the sun's searing radiance and the moon's crushing cold. The air itself trembled around the fist, light and darkness swirling together in chaotic harmony.

Her instincts screamed at her to move, but her body was still reeling from the sudden transition. The fist was almost upon her, the energy radiating from it enough to make her skin tingle, her vision blurring from the sheer force behind it.

And then the punch landed, sending shockwaves of destruction rippling through the air.

Kergezkat stood over the crater where Lucy once lay, his monstrous form trembling with the aftershocks of the devastating punch he had just delivered. A wicked smile of satisfaction spread across his face, believing that the battle was finally over, that Lucy had been utterly obliterated. The air around him still crackled with the remnants of light and darkness swirling in chaotic energy. He savored the moment, confident in his victory.

But as the dust slowly settled, Kergezkat's smile began to fade. He expected to see Lucy's broken body, torn and defeated, but instead, there was nothing. Only an empty, smoldering crater remained beneath him.

A chill ran down his spine, cutting through the overwhelming heat of his celestial power. His dual-colored eyes widened in disbelief as the realization sunk in—she was gone. His breathing quickened, a strange unease settling over him as the unnatural silence that followed the strike seemed to press in on him.

Then, instinctively, he turned around.

Behind him, Lucy stood—completely regenerated, her draconic form exuding an aura of godlike power. Her body, once battered and bloodied, now radiated an icy brilliance, as if she had transcended into something far more dangerous than before. Her icy blue eyes glowed with a piercing intensity, colder than the darkest winter night, and a faint smile played across her lips, filled with a quiet, terrifying resolve.

She lifted her hand, and as she did, the air around her seemed to freeze instantly. Ice exploded from her palm, racing across her arm in jagged, ethereal tendrils that shimmered with an otherworldly glow. The frost rapidly spread across her body, encasing her in shimmering ice that crackled and hissed as it expanded. The once familiar frost was now infused with an intense, primal energy, as though the very essence of winter had merged with her draconic form.

Her skin turned a translucent, frosted blue, glowing faintly as veins of frozen energy pulsed beneath the surface. Her wings had grown larger, more fearsome—jagged spikes of ice extended from them like blades, shimmering with the light of a frozen sun. Her claws were longer, sharper, and gleamed with a frosty brilliance as if they could cleave through reality itself. Spikes of glacial ice jutted out from her shoulders and down her spine, giving her a fearsome, godlike appearance.

The ice continued to spread across her body, coiling and merging with her scales, transforming her into a being that seemed to have been forged in the heart of a frozen, primordial storm. The very air around her grew impossibly cold, each breath she took exhaling mist that hung in the air like frost in the dead of winter. Her tail, now adorned with crystalline shards, swayed behind her, radiating the same fierce, freezing energy.

Lucy had become more than just a dragon—she had ascended, her new form an embodiment of winter's wrath. She stood before Kergezkat, an ice god in draconic form, her presence overwhelming, her power undeniable.

Kergezkat's smile disappeared entirely, replaced by a flicker of fear that shot through him like lightning. For the first time in their battle, he felt a deep, primal terror, as if he was standing before something far beyond his understanding.

Lucy extended her hand, and from the frigid air, a shimmering form began to take shape. Ice swirled and condensed around her palm, coalescing into a long, elegant blade. The sword materialized with a quiet, resonant hum, as though the very essence of winter had answered her call.

The weapon was breathtaking—its surface so pure and flawless that it almost appeared translucent, as if crafted from the clearest, most untouched ice in existence. Light danced across the blade's edge, refracting in a cascade of shimmering blues and whites that gave the sword an ethereal, otherworldly glow. Razor-thin, the blade seemed to hum with a power that was both ancient and divine, its frosted surface glistening with the radiance of a thousand frozen stars.

The hilt was just as magnificent, carved from what looked like crystalline ice but reinforced with an inner strength that made it unbreakable. Thin veins of ice-blue energy pulsed through it, the power within barely contained, as if the sword itself was alive, attuned to Lucy's will.

As she held it, the air around the blade grew colder, frost forming in intricate patterns along the ground beneath her. The sword seemed to magnify her newfound divinity, a perfect extension of her will—beautiful, lethal, and utterly unstoppable.

With a flick of her wrist, Lucy swirled the blade through the air, leaving a trail of mist and frost in its wake. The sound of it cutting through the stillness was like a whisper of winter, sharp and crisp. It was the weapon of a god—perfect in its deadly beauty.

"[Forbidden Magic: Skadi]."

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