Under the watchful eyes of countless people and Rose's malicious gaze, Catherine was enveloped in invisible moonlight, lifted up, gradually suspended in mid-air, her gauzy robe fluttering like a goddess descending into the mortal world.
"Shanee, you haven't won! Her life—it's mine!"
Rose's face twisted with rage, she let out a hoarse roar, and those eight hideous limbs swung, countless pitch-black blades shooting forth, as if she intended to shred the Elf Queen into fragments.
However, a more intense light emanated from Catherine, forming a barrier hundreds of meters tall, like undulating silver mountains, extinguishing the blades.
Rose remained relentless; she spread her eight arms, and a thick black light flowed from her body, coalescing in the sky behind her into a massive black widow spider, its body like a small mountain, merging with the night, each limb reaching hundreds of meters long, like grotesque giant pillars.
"Die, you pathetic mortal!"
