The Corrupted Spirit looked upon the sleeping Ais, enjoying the view, looking at her with love and devotion. She truly was happy to see Ais, her three eyes softening in a way that almost seemed tender.
"Oh... Aria..." she breathed, her sultry voice echoing through the chamber. "How long has it been since I've seen a great one such as you... Oh... My Aria..."
She reached out, her fingers hovering just above Ais's cheek, not quite touching, as if afraid the contact would shatter the moment.
"But it is a shame. I have changed... Not for the better, unfortunately." Her expression shifted, sorrow flickering across her beautiful, terrible face. "I was abandoned... Forgotten by Sphere and the others... When I was eaten, I refused to die. I chose to survive."
She pulled her hand back, clutching it to her chest.
"I have devoured and devoured... My sisters... Spirits such as me... Those of fire, lightning, wind, water... All of them... To survive." A single tear traced down her purple cheek. "I feel shame. Yet... I still care not. I long to see it... That sky far above."
Her eyes focused on Ais again, burning with renewed intensity.
"And now that you are here, dear Great Spirit Aria... I shall become complete. I shall finally escape this dreaded dungeon."
From behind the Corrupted Spirit, footsteps echoed.
A woman emerged from the shadows, walking with the casual confidence of someone who feared nothing. She had blood-red hair and cold green eyes set in an expression that held no warmth. Her light-colored battle cloth whispered against her skin as she moved.
She looked past the Corrupted Spirit, toward the sleeping form on the purple flesh bed.
Her eyes went wide.
"Is that... Ais Wallenstein?"
The Corrupted Spirit spun, anger flashing across her features. "Silence! This is Aria the Great Wind Spirit! Have some respect!"
The woman said nothing, merely stared at Ais with an intensity that burned.
The Corrupted Spirit leaned close to her, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Be kind to me, Revis. And stay here. Protect my darling. I have to prepare something... to absorb my Aria's power."
Revis sighed, a sound of bored acceptance. "Sure thing, boss."
The Corrupted Spirit smiled, pleased with the response. She placed her hand on Revis's cheek, her touch almost motherly. "I've invested quite a bit in you, darling."
Her hand drifted lower, coming to rest on Revis's stomach.
"The seed is growing well... My love... You'll be a great addition."
Revis nodded, her expression unchanging. "Of course."
The Corrupted Spirit turned and departed, her lamia lower half carrying her into the darkness beyond. The chamber fell silent save for the distant sounds of the dungeon.
Revis stood alone with Ais.
For a long moment, she simply looked at the sleeping Sword Princess. Ais lay on her back, resting on a bed that pulsed with organic purple flesh. Her breathing was steady, undisturbed.
Revis smiled.
She moved to the bed and laid down beside Ais, turning on her side to face her.
"Oh... Ais..." Her voice was soft, almost affectionate. "Do you miss me?"
She reached out, tracing a finger along Ais's jawline.
"I've been thinking about our rematch for a LONG, LONG time." Her smile widened. "I still wanted to defeat you. Fair and square....But I Don't think it's possible now..."
She paused, her expression darkening.
"But it seems my Master has taken a weird liking to you. Shame, really....I won't let her kill you....you're mine..." She propped herself up on one elbow, looking down at Ais's sleeping face. "I don't care about her plans for you. She is my Master in name. Created me in a sense."
Her hand drifted to Ais's hair, stroking it gently.
"But I don't care, Ais. All I have ever cared about since my revival is YOU."
In one fluid motion, she rolled on top of Ais, straddling her. Her face hovered inches above the sleeping girl's.
"I want you to understand."
She leaned down and pressed her lips to Ais's in a deep, possessive kiss.
When she pulled back, her eyes held nothing but cold determination.
"Now... Suffer like I did, Ais. Feel... my pain."
She pressed her hand to Ais's chest.
"Testalus Ruin."
Revis's eyes died.
The light faded from them completely, and she fell forward, her face landing against Ais's chest. Her body went limp, but her curse had already taken root.
Ais's eyes snapped open.
For a moment, there was nothing—just the blank stare of someone whose mind had been ripped away. Then the screaming began.
"I WILL KILL IT! I WILL KILL IT! I WILL KILL IT!"
Her voice was raw, primal, nothing like the composed Sword Princess. She thrashed against the bed, her body arching in agony.
"I WILL KILL IT! AHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Testalus Ruin.
A curse worse than most, for it did not merely wound the body—it shattered the soul. It transmitted the user's dying wish directly into the target's consciousness. Every pain, every fear, every moment of despair the user experienced upon death flooded into the victim without filter.
Revis didn't hate Ais. She never had.
She saw her as a rival. Someone to surpass. Someone who had beaten her, and in doing so, had left a wound that never healed.
And although Revis knew she wouldn't truly die—not with the Corrupted Spirit's power sustaining her, not with the regeneration that kept her alive no matter what—she didn't care.
Even if she really did die.
As long as Ais felt the pain she had felt when they last fought.
As long as she got the sense that she had finally surpassed her rival.
That was enough.
That was everything.
Ais screamed on, the curse digging deeper with every passing second, and Revis lay atop her, lifeless and satisfied.
The chamber held only the sounds of agony and the distant pulse of the dungeon.
....
Damien, who was still in the room with the others planning how they'd strike Floor Fifty-Nine and Sixty, narrowed his eyes.
"Everyone... who's Revis?" He tilted his head, processing the information from his shadow. "She seemed to know Ais. She's a human that the Corrupted Spirit doesn't seem to try and kill. Is she a traitor?"
Finn's head snapped toward him. "Revis? She's... there?"
"Yes. She's working for the Corrupted Spirit. Serving her."
Finn's expression darkened. "Revis is a crazy woman. Or to be more accurate, a monster. There is no human left in that body anymore." He paused. "She's supposed to be dead, though. I'm pretty sure we killed her. Or Ais killed her." His eyes met Damien's. "She's obsessed with Ais."
Riveria nodded grimly. "Completely obsessed. Their last battle... Revis wouldn't stop talking about surpassing her, defeating her, proving herself."
"So humans can be revived by monsters now?" Damien shook his head. "Sheesh."
He fell silent, focusing on the connection. His expression shifted.
"She's doing something to Ais. Talking to her or something... About rivalry." He frowned. "What a weird person."
Suddenly, his eyes widened. His hands gripped the table.
"That bitch kissed her!"
Before anyone could respond, he straightened further.
"What is Testalus Ruin?"
Riveria's face went white. "It's a curse! No, it can't be—"
She didn't finish.
Damien was already gone, his body dissolving into shadow.
He emerged in hell.
The purple flesh-ground of Floor Sixty pulsed beneath his feet, alive and wrong. The air was thick with corruption, with the presence of something ancient and hungry. But Damien barely noticed.
Because Ais was screaming.
"I WILL KILL IT! EVERY DRAGON! ALL OF THEM! IT HAS TO DIE!"
Her voice was raw, torn, nothing like the calm, collected Sword Princess he knew. She thrashed on the bed of flesh, her golden eyes wide and wild and bleeding. Tears of blood streamed down her cheeks.
Damien rushed to her, wrapping his arms around her thrashing form.
"Ais! Ais! It's me! Me! Damien!"
She didn't hear him.
Didn't recognize him.
She shoved him away with strength he didn't expect, sending him stumbling backward. Her hand found Desperate, the unbreakable sword gleaming in the corrupted light.
"DIE!"
She attacked.
Damien's daggers came up just in time, deflecting the first strike. The force of it shocked him—she was fighting with everything she had, holding nothing back.
"AIS! You have to snap out of it!" He blocked another strike, the impact jarring his arms. "Fuck."
She pressed the attack, her sword a blur of silver death. Damien dodged, weaved, deflected—but he couldn't strike back. Couldn't hurt her.
I need to take her to Riveria, he thought, blocking another wild swing. She'll know how to help her.
But he couldn't switch places with another shadow while carrying her. The teleportation only worked for him alone.
Damn it.
He deflected another attack, backing toward the edge of the flesh-bed.
"I'm going to have to knock you out." He met her bleeding eyes. "Sorry, love."
He moved to attack—
And stopped.
Cold.
Impossibly, absolutely cold.
The temperature plummeted so fast that Damien's breath crystallized in front of his face. The purple flesh-ground beneath his feet began to change—hardening, whitening, freezing. Ice spread outward from a single point, a wave of winter that consumed everything in its path.
"What the—"
The explosion hit him before he could finish.
He didn't see it coming. Didn't sense it. One moment he was standing, the next he was flying through the air, his body ragdolling from the force of the blast. He hit a massive pillar with a crunch that he felt in every bone.
Then nothing.
Damien woke to silence.
His head throbbed. His vision swam. He didn't know how long he'd been out—minutes, maybe. Long enough.
He pushed himself up, blinking, trying to focus.
The world had changed.
Half of Floor Sixty—half—had transformed. Where purple flesh and corruption had reigned, now there was only ice. White, pristine, impossible ice that stretched as far as he could see. It covered the ground, the walls, the pillars. It sparkled in the dim dungeon light like something from a dream.
And in the center of it all, rising from the frozen wasteland like a declaration of war, stood a massive ice castle.
Damien stared.
On the outskirts of the frozen zone, he could see the Corrupted Spirit. Her beautiful face was contorted with rage, her three eyes blazing as she sent wave after wave of monsters into the ice. They crossed the boundary—
And froze.
Every single one. Solid. Immobile. Dead before they could take three steps.
"What the fuck is that?"
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