The elemental golem slowly rotated, its cracked obsidian-like body catching the dim light of the arena below as it turned to face Dila. Its robotic voice, strained and faint, reached her ears.

"Master… it's over—"

Before it could finish, Albedo reappeared in an instant, his piercing blue eyes fixed, body hovering with unyielding force. His right arm jabbed straight through the golem's back piercing to the chest, sending a shudder through its frame. A guttural "Ohhhhh" escaped the golem as its obsidian surface cracked further, revealing a glowing core beneath, pulsing like a twisted heartbeat. Root-like veins of energy coursed around the core, writhing in response to the attack.

The golem's head spun a full 360 degrees in a desperate, futile attempt to resist.

"I thought… your finished …"

But even its defiance was fleeting. Its eyes dimmed, the once-glowing blue fading to a lifeless gray. The mechanical whirring slowed, then stilled, leaving the massive form suspended, powerless.

Albedo didn't pause. His other hand jabbed, tearing through the golem's fragile frame with ease. Pieces of obsidian shattered and fell like brittle glass, the creature ripped apart as if it were nothing more than paper. Dust and debris filled the arena, the sound of crumbling glassi rock echoing with a hollow finality.

Dila's lungs constricted. She fell to her knees, hands trembling as she reached toward the fragments of her strongest creation.

"Nooooooo!"

Her voice tore through the air, raw and desperate. Tears streamed down her face as she sobbed, grief mixing with frustration and helplessness. Her strongest summon, her faithful guardian, was gone, obliterated before her eyes.

Albedo's own figure showed the strain of the battle. Blood trickled down his face and stained his hands, evidence of the brutal exchange, yet his eyes remained cold, unwavering, and powerful. The arena, littered with shattered stone and remnants of the golem, seemed to echo with the weight of loss, leaving Dila frozen in a mix of sorrow and disbelief.

The wind howled softly through the ruins, carrying the faint, eerie hum of a battle that had pushed even the strongest to their absolute limits.

Dila's body moved slowly, each step dragging across the shattered arena floor. Her eyes, wide and unblinking, reflected a storm of despair.

"I… keep losing… again and again… and again…"

Her voice was hollow, echoing off the jagged stones and shattered pillars around her. The words trembled, almost swallowed by the wind that whipped through the arena, carrying dust and debris in chaotic spirals.

Fran trembled beside at Dila, her small hands reaching out toward Dila. "Sister… are you… okay?" she whispered, voice cracking as her own tears threatened to fall. Her fingers hovered, shaking, before she retracted them, unsure if she could bridge the growing chasm of her sister's pain.

Dila continued walking, her figure almost ghostly as she moved toward the center of the arena. Her gaze was distant, vacant, her hollow voice repeating the torment she could not shake.

"I keep losing… again and again…"

Fran's tears spilled freely now, tracking down her cheeks as she watched her sister crumble before the overwhelming presence of their opponent.

Above, Albedo remained levitated, calm yet imposing. His piercing blue eyes followed Dila, the slightest trace of curiosity flickering across his face.

"How does it feel… to lose?"

The words hung in the air, heavy and almost intimate, but Dila's hollow gaze didn't waver. It was as if something inside her had snapped, a fragile part of her hope fractured under the relentless weight of defeat.

Albedo's expression softened, not with mercy, but with acknowledgment of the raw, unfiltered pain before him. Slowly, deliberately, he descended from the sky, his form casting a shadow over the arena like a dark omen. Dust rose and scattered around him as he touched the broken ground, every movement measured, every step resonating with the power that had made Dila's strongest summon crumble.

The silence was deafening, the ruined arena standing as a testament to the battle so far, and Dila, hollow-eyed, remained at its center, trembling yet standing, caught between despair and the spark of something yet unresolved.

With a word, Dila's hollow voice echoed through the ruined arena.

"Nari remove all limiters."

Her eyes, distant and blank, seemed almost lifeless. Slowly, deliberately, she still raised her staff with her right hand, her grip trembling yet firm.

As Albedo, still hovering above the shattered ground, tilted his head, his piercing blue eyes narrowing in curiosity. "…Who's Nari?" he muttered under his breath, his voice carrying both confusion and faint concern.

Fran's body froze, tears streaming down her face, as she stared at Dila. She didn't understand. Her sister, the usually reserved and composed mage, seemed… broken, yet something in her stance radiated an unfamiliar, terrifying resolve.

Inside Dila's mind, Nari's voice broke through, trembling. ☆ Master… what are you doing? ☆

But Dila's blank, fractured voice whispered again, heavy with despair yet unwavering.

"Nari… remove all limiters."

Nari's system window flickered, a few digital tears forming as she protested silently in Dila's mind. ☆ No… master, what are you doing? ☆

Dila's gaze remained distant, emotionless but deadly.

"Remove… all… limiters"

she repeated, her voice low, broken, and haunting.

Fran's tears fell freely now. She stumbled a step closer, desperate, aching to reach Dila, but she could only watch as her sister's transformation—both in spirit and raw power—began. The usually soft glow of Dila's magic was absent. There was no aura, no outward manifestation of energy, yet Albedo's eyes widened, his breath catching.

"Oh…" he whispered under his breath.

He could feel it—power beyond comprehension, locked behind that broken, vacant expression. The sheer magnitude of it was palpable, suffocating the air around him, yet impossible to see. Dila's face was a mask of despair, her voice hollow, and still, that invisible, overwhelming strength radiated from her very being.

Albedo's mind raced, a mixture of shock, curiosity, and something like awe. What happened… to her? How can such power exist without an aura?

Even as he spoke, he added, almost tenderly, "It's okay to lose, my daughter… it's natural." His words hung in the air, trying to pierce through her brokenness, but Dila's hollow stare met nothing but emptiness, her voice only repeating the command, echoing through the shattered arena like a cold, relentless wind:

"Nari… remove all limiters."

Fran's sobs echoed softly as she looked on helplessly, watching the sister she loved transform into something unrecognizable yet terrifyingly powerful.

The arena seemed to hold its breath, the dust and rubble suspended midair, waiting for the inevitable storm that Dila—broken yet unstoppable—was about to unleash.

Inside Dila's mind, Nari trembled, her delicate voice breaking through the silence. ☆ No choice… master… I must comply… removing all limiters… no more limits… no cap… your strength until death… ☆ Tears streaked her ethereal form, but Dila didn't flinch. Her face remained expressionless, her icy blue eyes cold, her broken voice monotone.

"You… will die, Father," Dila whispered, each word jagged yet chilling.

Albedo's eyes widened in shock, disbelief etched across his face. "What… did you say?!" he shouted, his voice cracking with fear and confusion. But Dila's gaze didn't waver. She didn't flinch, didn't hesitate. Her mind and heart were set.

She tapped the ground with her staff, her broken, pale hand steady.

"Earthrea… rise."

And like a dark tide, thirty massive Earthrea golems erupted from the cracked arena floor. Their eyes glimmered, shimmering with the combined mana flowing from Dila's now-limitless power.

Albedo's jaw dropped, his voice trembling. "That's… it…" He took a cautious step back, his mind racing.

Dila's voice, still broken and hollow, continued without pause. "Bloom Flair Chain."

The Earthrea golems surged with unimaginable power. Their aura exploded outward as their attack and strength skyrocketed by 600%. The arena trembled violently, rocks and dust shaking as her unleashed magic warped the very ground.

Dila's body spurted blood from her skin, tiny streaks of red tracing down her arms and face, but she didn't flinch. She didn't even breathe harder. Brave Aura activated, further boosting every golem's might, amplifying their strength by another 800%. The total boost reached a terrifying 1400%. Her broken eyes dripped blood, her face a perfect mask of detachment as she commanded destruction itself.

Albedo's voice cracked as he shouted, "Noooo! Stop that!"

He charged, pouring all the power he had ever mustered in his life into a desperate strike. His speed blurred, his fists crackling with energy as he aimed directly at Dila. But as he collided with her, the Cascade Shield erupted in a radiant blue barrier around her, force rippling outward like a hurricane. His strike was deflected completely, leaving him staggering backward, his body shaking uncontrollably as he struggled to breach the shield.

"Dila… nooooo!" he cried, panic and heartbreak intermingling.

The cascading power of her shield flung him into the arena wall and passed it. Trees shattered beneath him, splintered like matchsticks. He barreled into the mountainside, a deep thud echoing through the valley as jagged rocks tore into his body. Electricity surged along his form, a cruel reflection of the shield's unrelenting force.

Albedo screamed, his voice desperate and broken. "Help… my daughter… is dying!"

Fran, her small body barely visible amidst the swirling energies of the arena, spun frantically. "Sister!" she shouted, tears streaming down her cheeks as she watched the destruction unfold.

Then, from the shadows, Zeon appeared, his dark presence cutting through the chaos. He grabbed Fran firmly. "Let's get out of here! It's not safe!"

With a flick of his wrist, they vanished, leaving only a dark, whirling dust behind as the arena continued to quake under Dila's unleashed, limitless power.

Dila's voice rang out, broken yet commanding, as she uttered the final chant: "Berserk Fury!"

The arena trembled violently. The air itself seemed to crack under the immense surge of power. The Earthrea golems, already glowing with a terrifying aura, erupted further, their energy magnified beyond comprehension. The total boosts now reached an unfathomable 4,400%, a force capable of reshaping the very battlefield.

Dila's body trembled uncontrollably. Her legs shook beneath her, her staff clutched tightly in a hand that was slick with blood and saliva. Every breath was ragged, shallow, as if each inhale carried the weight of the power she had unleashed. Her face, pale and broken, seemed almost skeletal, a husk of the girl she once was, yet her eyes burned with unyielding determination.

Nari's delicate voice trembled in her mind, barely audible over the storm of chaotic energy. ☆ Master… master… ERROR… ERROR… ☆

All around, the system stats flickered violently, impossibly fast, numbers jumping like lightning across a shattered screen of reality:

Mana level: Error

Health level: Error

Level: Error

Class level: Error

System buddy: Error

Even her personal stats were gone, lost to the chaos of her unprecedented power:

STR: Error

DEX: Error

INT: Error

VIT: Error

AGI: Error

Nari's voice quivered, filled with panic and awe. ☆ Master… what… what have you done…? ☆

But Dila didn't answer. Her gaze was fixed forward, her trembling form trembling not from fear, but from the sheer magnitude of the force she had unleashed. The world around her seemed to pause, held captive by the raw intensity of Berserk Fury. Dust swirled violently, rocks levitated, and the very air shimmered like molten glass.

It was as if she had become a storm itself—uncontrollable, all-consuming, and unstoppable. The arena, the mountains, the trees… everything trembled under the weight of her unleashed, godlike power.

And through it all, Nari whispered, almost breaking apart herself: ☆ Master… please… do not… destroy yourself… ☆

Dila's broken voice cut through, barely more than a whisper, almost lost in the roar of her own power:

"It… doesn't matter… anymore…"