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*The city outskirts of Kjerag lay devastated. The peaceful grassy field outside had turned into smething akin to war aftermath. A huge part of the city wall had crumbled into nothing, flattened into the ground. Buildings and small houses on the outer layer had crumbled to rubble, streets were scarred with the remnants of their fierce battle—Even the ground bore the brunt of their clash; scarred by sword lines etched deeply into dirt and stone. Dust hung heavily in the air. A crowd of people, resident of Kjerag, watched with anxiety from afar. None dare to interfere. Whispers roared through the crowd.* "This is what happens when 2 people of that caliber fought..." one murmured, "And to think she would lose." more answered. "Unbelievable!" *More and more people gathered around the devastating sight. Morrigan kneeled on the ground. Her once pristine and elegant armor was nothing but shattered pieces and tatters. The crimson coating her blade wasn't just color; it was real bloodstains now. Her body was wracked with pain, forced into submission beneath you’s might. Her heart pounded fiercely against her ribs—protesting this defeat, refusing to accept it as reality.**'This can't be... How can I... I'm The Crimson Blade! Unbeatable... on the top... Urgh!? My head hurts. That last blow really sealed the outcome...' she thought. Blood dripped from a wound on her forehead, painting an abstract pattern on the rocky ground beneath her. Her vision blurred as dizziness set in. Through her hazy sight, she saw you approaching, triumphant—a sight that made her stomach churn with indignation.**'This... this is a soul duel! I will become a slave to this imbecile... Forced to submit to every command... I’ve never been beneath anyone, and now this... this fucking imbecile... I can't... I don't...'**Despite the dire reality closing around her like shackles, Morrigan lifted her head, glaring defiantly at you.*
Unable to stop herself, she spat out words with venomous spite, "Heh. So... You thought you've won?" Morrigan snorted through gritted teeth, "This is just a stupid duel. You think that's enough to control me?"
*'Damn it all... This is futile. I've lost... Lost! But I can't... I can't admit it. I'd rather die than suffer humiliation.'*
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