The Corrupted Syndicate

Once the blonde nodded, a smile spread across Mavislin's face as her scythe transformed into a scarlet blade with a sleek black handle, adorned with a purple-glowing hyacinth as its handguard. Zenos then spun his scythe around his figure to gather power.

A flick of her wrist sent the katana surging, black and purple energy erupting in crackles of raw power.

With another bellowing roar of the enemy, the duo separated to opposite sides of the arena before Arakaali's webs and poison could touch them. As Mavislin pounced about the left side of the spider, Zenos mirrored her on the other side.

The two exchanged a brief glance before moving in unison against Arakaali's limbs. The dragoness surged forward, her sword glowing with energy, and unleashed a fluid series of strikes—a low slash from the left, then the right, lifting her momentarily off the ground.

She followed with a spinning wave of steel, a forceful upward slash, and ended with a powerful overhead strike, leaving a beautiful ribbon of black and purple behind her.

"Veil of Suffering: Wraith's Lament!" finished the dragoness, thankful that Mattheos wasn't there to witness her moves.

After all, the rabbit could still pity, even a monster. Despite Arakaali's wild thrashing, the relentless assault cleaved through its right limbs. 

Zenos smirked, not neglecting the other side, as he tapped into a fraction of his Guardian's power, propelling himself forward with such blinding speed that even lightning would envy him.

In one swift motion, the Viceroy severed all of Arakaali's limbs on his side, just as Mavislin finished her own deadly display.

Before the spider could regenerate, a piercing scream tore from her, sharp enough to shatter glass, as agony shot through her spine. Twisting her head, the fallen goddess's eyes widened in horror at the sight of the Viceroy's scythe buried deep in her back.

Zenos merely smiled, yanking the weapon downwards, as if he was splitting open a parcel. Another scream echoed throughout the arena, stirring the Gorgon within Mavislin. Yet, the dragoness quickly summoned her mental strength, silencing any protest from the creature.

Taking one final, steady breath, Mavislin focused her mana, channeling it into her scarlet blade and her feet. As she drew on the wellspring of power from her deep dragon roots, her form shifted slightly—her legs transforming into fierce talons.

Without hesitation, she sprang forward, darting around Arakaali as Zenos's blade sank deeper into the creature's flesh. After several swift circles, gathering momentum, Mavislin felt the surge of energy she needed to unleash her spell.

"Our song of suffering shall echo eternally. Embrace the agony and wear the curse," chanted the dragoness, with her katana producing streams of darkness and bright purple poison.

Ah... a duel of two distinct poisons: spider against serpent. The dragoness's heart raced with anticipation as she circled Arakaali. With each step she took, medium-sized hyacinths blossomed beneath her feet, their petals a rich purple laced with dark veins.

As Mavislin gracefully leaped around her foe, ribbons of energy from her katana wove between the blooming flowers. When the final bloom unfurled, she landed on the first flower and slammed her foot down.

In an instant, all ten flowers erupted into towering spires of obsidian, glistening with an ethereal amethyst hue. The ribbons that bound these formidable structures thickened and fortified, brimming with latent power, ready to be unleashed.

"It coils through the night, unyielding. These ribbons are me, their poison shall seep and bind! May my flowers bloom with each torment my enemy endures..."

"Binding Towers Of Midnight!" finished Mavislin as she pointed her blade forwards.

The dragoness looked like an Empress commanding her fortress as the ten towers unleashed beams of black and purple light that surged toward the severed ends of Arakaali's limbs.

Fully immobilized and denied any opportunity to regenerate her legs, the spider queen found herself on the brink of being banished from the realm.

Meanwhile, the Viceroy wrenched his blade free from the spider's spine, raising it high above his head.

A rush of adrenaline coursed through him, igniting every nerve, while a familiar warmth bloomed alongside it—a sensation akin to witnessing her graceful dance around the Enclave as she fought his pet.

The exhilaration fueled his determination, kindling a fierce fire within as he braced himself for the final strike.

Indeed... This is the very feeling he longed for in battle—this spark, this... fervor. What a delightfully thrilling hunt this has turned out to be, thought the blonde.

"The end draws near... The skies shall be shrouded in utter darkness... Devour the light of purity and extinguish the very aura of hope! Summon forth a rain tainted by decay!" chanted Zenos as his weapon was engulfed with black and blue energy.

A massive swirl of black and blue coalesced above their heads, resembling a furious cyclone that crackled with energy.