Michael followed the path the car went down, going at an even jog. None of his options had disappeared yet, so he was still on track for the plan. Once he reached a bend in the road, all of the other options fell away where he turned back and lived. His options were all limited now, and ending soon. His mind knew there was no going back now.

Michael had always played it safe, making the choices that resulted in the longer life. He had never been a hero or anyone special. He'd just been riding the wave his crimelord parents had started, and taking care of his sister while saving his own skin.

That was about to change, hopefully. If he wasn't too late, and if whatever his plan was going to be worked.

Either way... this was the path he'd chosen, and the path he would follow.

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Jason accepted Jolon's explanation abou Kayden's necklace with a nod, then watched the fight as it happened, wincing as the acid ate away at Addilyn, "I didn't realize witches couldn't have this power. I mean, I guess I don't know much of anything about witches, but I never imagined all of this. It's crazy how powerful all of you guys are."

Jolon nodded as Jason asked his questions. "Well, there's a limit to everyone, Andres' for example, if you bind his hands, he's completely powerless. His fingers and where he points them are how the acid is summoned, and the amount he summons takes more and more energy out of him. He's already tiring. Addilyn on the other hand... she's a much different story. If she was at her full capacity she'd basically be unstoppable, almost all the elements are on her side. But with her mind being shrouded by my spell, she can't access all of that, meaning she is defeat-able. As for me.. Well I can't be telling you all my secrets can I?" He chuckled softly as his brain turned away from his own secrets as well. He didn't purposely hide his thoughts, it was an unconscious sort of thing that he didn't realize would happen.

Andres paused, as if taking in what Addilyn had said, and for a moment, he looked startled, as if he hadn't been expecting her sudden retaliation. It was that moment, where he let down his barriers, that Addilyn threw her hand out towards him, and an explosion of hot air threw him backwards. He tried his best to get the winds to work for him too, but Addilyn's powers were definitely way to much for him.

He smacked against the wall of the arena with a loud crack and a heart wrenching scream of agony. Andres threw his hand out, in one last attempt to at least cause some kind of damage to Addilyn. His silver watch, that he'd been wearing the entire time, flew off his hand and fell at Addilyn's feet. She managed to utter a single, "oh shit." Before it blew up at her feet.

Jolon sat straight up as he watched the arena with piercing eyes. Kit scrambled up and tried, and failed, to throw himself off the balcony. He made horrible crying noises even through the muzzle and went wild in his mind. "Addilyn! Addilyn please be alive don't die please don't leave me again. If you die I die too and you'll never know who we are and what we are meant to do. Get up damnit please get up you stupid idiot witch. Get up!" His inner monologue was loud and was probably the only thing making noise in the arena. Everyone was silent as they waited for the dust to clear and to see if Addilyn had made it.

Addilyn felt herself fly through the air, hit the sandy floor, and slide several feet before stopping. There was a loud ringing in her ears and her skin felt alive with pain. She wasn't burned at all, she knew that much from her fire powers. But the watch had released way to much shrapnel for such a tiny thing, an enchantment she supposed. So her skin was covered head to toe in cuts, and not shallow ones either.

Her left leg was where the pain was the worst though, and she knew immediately that something was stuck in her leg. She didn't look, not wanting to see it in fear of most likely passing out. As the dust cleared, she sat up, causing the crowd to gasp. She looked up at the big screens, knowing that she was going to look absolutely horrible, and she did.

Her hair was a mess and her eyes had a wild look to them. There was a small, but deep gash above her eyebrow and multiple others across her cheeks and one cutting diagonally across her lips. Addilyn didn't dare look too long, knowing full well that she would not want to see her leg. Plus, it seemed that Andres had recovered from his smash into the wall and was limping over with a smug expression.

Which quickly turned into a frown once he realized Addilyn didn't have a single burn on her body. "Thanks for the bomb and all, but wasn't that a little theatrical?" Addilyn's voice was tight and only mildly controlled, oh he was so dead.

"I didn't think you'd live through that so I guess to you it might seem a bit theater worthy. Unfortunately, I think this is over Addilyn. You're to injured to-" he was cut off as Addilyn sent a single needle through his leg and he crumpled to the floor with a cry.

What he didn't know was that she'd been sending waves of numbing agents to her leg, she could walk on it with little to no pain and run on it with pain but at least she could move. So she sent the needle to make him fall so she could make her way over and kill him.

That was the plan.

She released a soft groan of pain as she stood up, almost throwing up at the sight of her leg, then walked over to Andres an almost sad expression on her face. She looked at the big screens, and suddenly they turned off. Boos echoed through the arena as the announcer apologized, saying that there were some technical difficulties and they would have to watch without close ups or audio.

Meaning that Addilyn would have a private moment with her dear cousin. "I loved you as if you were my brother you know. I trusted you as well, I thought that if there was anyone here that could keep the peace, it would be you. I was wrong. I'm sorry left you with that burden. But don't get me wrong, I still hate your damn guts," a tear slipped down Addilyn's face as Andres sat up and stared wide eyed at her. "I'm sorry but you deserve this." He cried out just as she stabbed him and killed him. She didn't look at him, she didn't have enough courage, and she quickly took her knife and threw it on the ground. The screens flickering back on as she did so. Revealing it to be the knife that Jason had given her what seemed like ages ago.

Interesting... Jason wondered how much information Jolon would be able to give away, and was slightly disappointed that he was not able to read the other man's mind. Jason hated to admit it, but he could see how some people could be fooled by Jolon. Although some things were... horrible... to say the least, he answered Jason's questions mostly honestly, and didn't seem to mind it. It made him want to ask more, and learn more about this world he never knew about.

That's when Addilyn exploded.

Or at least, that's what it seemed like.

Jason watched it all on the edge of his seat, like most of the audience, "What the hell?..." Jason was among one of the first murmurs of conversation, "What kind of object is that?! That's insane..." He looked at Addilyn through the screen and grimanced at her wounds. He had seen similar things when stuff went wrong in his gangs, but never from such a small object - Jason thought it was a watch, but he wasn't sure.

Jason squinted his eyes to see what exactly was going on. Addilyn's emotions were strong, so he got glimpses of what she was thinking. Not a lot, but enough to not be surprised when Addilyn killed him. It was the first person she had killed in the arena fight, and as Jason looked over at Jolon, hoped wasn't the last.

When the screens flickered on all of the blood drained from Jason's face. He buried his head in his hands for a moment, hurting in ways he didn't know he could hurt, "Sir? Is there water up here? I think... I need something to drink." He felt like he was going to throw up, but Jason forced himself to sit up, and his eyes locked on that knife down in the sands.

Addilyn panted heavily as she started walking back to her room, the arena seemed so much larger now that she was badily injured and had to pause every few seconds to regain her balance.

Funny, she hadn't realized she would be using the knife Jason gave her so long ago to kill her cousin. It had been an unconcious decision. Perhaps it was her brain telling her that it was time to let both of them ago. Even if she was still mourning both of them deep down. Even if she could hear Andres' soul, still screaming and crying inside her mind, asking why she would ever kill her own blood. He'd go away eventually, but he'd leave a remnant of his betrayal inside her, as all the spirits of the people she killed did before they passed on.

That was her real curse. Hearing the dead.

After she'd killed Andres she had heard a woman scream, but hadn't thought anything of it. She only turned when a woman's voice carried over to her ears, a very angry woman by the sound of it, not something Addilyn felt like dealing with.

She turned to face whoever was screaming, Addilyn was dazed and felt as if she might pass out at any moment. Yet she still watched the scene unfolding in front of her. It was Lena, Andres' bond partner. She had jumped over the the arena wall, and was crying hyseterically over Andres' limp form. The guards shifted uncomfortably, knowing that they'd probably have to drag this woman out of here.

Addilyn was just about to turn back around when the woman looked up to stare Addilyn dead in the eyes. She found pain there, an unmeasurable amount of pain, losing a bond partner was like losing a part of yourself. No, it was losing a part of yourself, and Lena would never recover.

Something Addilyn could relate to.

A wave of understanding passed between the two witches, and Lena, instead of killing the dazed girl standing only a bit away from her bond partner's body, allowed Addilyn to walk off the sand, into the safety of her room. And Lena returned to her crying, the arena silent in its mourning.

Kaitlyn wasn't allowed to go into the arena, otherwise she would have rushed out to grab Addilyn and check out her injuries. So instead, she paced back and forth, waiting for Addilyn to enter so she could help her.

Addilyn limped down the stairs and Kaitlyn immediately went over to help her down, the girl wincing and only crying just a little bit. No, actually she was crying histerically, sobs wreaking havoc on her damaged body.

Zane got up once he knew Addilyn was actually inside, rushing down to help with concern written across his face. He glanced back at Ribs before rushing down the stairs to the room below them. He knew he'd have to help Kaitlyn in any way he could to get Addilyn up and running for the fight with Jolon.

Otherwise they were all dead.

Jolon released a soft sigh when Addilyn killed his grandson, not that he was sad or anything, he just had been hoping for more of a fight. Addilyn was barely injured for crying out loud!

His loud thoughts immediately stopped when Jason seemed to shrink into himself, he snapped into attention as the boy seemed almost in pain. He knew that if he reached into Jason's brain, and looked at those memories, he might know what had thrown him off, but he didn't. Jason didn't need to experience Jolon's painful ability firsthand, he could wait till Addilyn went through it down in the arena.

Jolon put on a mask of concern and beckoned a servant and asked for a cold cup of water before looking down at Jason, looking genuinely concerned although he was not.

"What is wrong Jason? Blood being shed is definitely not new to you, actually, do not answer my question if you wish. It is your experiences that I know nothing about that affect you the most. Here, water." He grabbed the glass from the servant and gently set it in Jason's hands.

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Jason's instincts screamed at him not to reveal anything about the knife. Maybe it wasn't a lot, but maybe it was. He took the water with a look of fake gratefulness and took a sip, using that moment to gather an excuse, "Family killing family... hits close to home. Didn't realize Addilyn was..." Perfect, as way to bash Addilyn and hopefully further convince Jolon that he thought Addilyn was evil, "...capable of that. Makes me more grateful that you've stopped her."

Jolon nodded, though he wasn't positive that Jason was being truthful. One day Jolon would find out, one day very soon if the fight went the wayit should.

A man pounded the door to the private area and Jolon sighed, flicking his hand at the man by the door to let whoever is was in. "S-sir, I have two messages. One being related to y-your next fight. Your grandaughter's nurse has asked for a little more time than normal due t-to Ms. Addilyn's injuries. T-ten minutes is all she asked for. The second m-message is from your home. A man is there c-claiming to be your son, he wishes to s-speak with you i-immediately. The guards asked for proof of his identity, and his eyes were v-very green sir. C-could be some magic though, we are makin him w-wait for your return. That is all sir."

Jolon said nothing for a long, cold moment, he grinded his teeth and veins appeared on his forehead. "Tell the witch that she is granted the extra time. As for the man, make sure he stays at the damn house, do not let him leave under any circumstances. Do you understand?" The messenger gulped and nodded vigorously, Asmodeus had stayed silent for a long time, but he finally spoke up once the messenger left.

All the advisors looked a little tense and Asmodeus, being the closest to Jolon, was the only one who could speak without being murdered. "Sir, do you really think it's Lance? He hasn't shown up for years, hell, even when he was a kid he was the most rebellious, awful child I'd ever met. Why would he ever come back, surely not for Lilith. That man never wanted her of all witches to be his offspring, there is no way he's coming to her defense right?" Asmodeus was saying what was on every single advisors mind. After all, Lance hated Jolon.

Perhaps the kid hated his father enough to take off the seal on Addilyn's mind that kept her from accessing her full powers and fusing with her past selves. Lance had never wanted Addilyn to be Lilith, the two had a very rocky history, mostly filled with death and in general being enemies. No one said it out loud, but they all knew that Addilyn's birth was what had sent Lance out on the run, he had known exactly what would become of Addilyn once she was born.

He knew that Jolon would use her for her power as he always did, and Lance knew that it would become an even bigger bloodbath. So he'd ran away, and every few years, he'd appear somewhere, the pictures proving that he'd chosen immortality, and that he hadn't aged a day since his first child.

No one knew why he'd came back for Pandora the second time, perhaps it was the fact that she had been the most beautiful woman in Texas, despite her brown eyes. Or maybe he'd actually loved her, whatever the reason, he'd left before he could find out who his child really was. Poor, beautiful Pandora was condemned to a life of horror after that.

"I suppose that he may be here for that, but I doubt it. Lance never was one for fighting me, he never liked me. But he knew better than to try and mess with me. He knew I'd kill Pandora any time he even dared to think of it. Unfortunately, she is dead now, though I doubt he noticed, with him being wanted in most countries, I doubt he's had time to check in with her or his unwanted children." Jolon shrugged, though he seemed confident on the outside, internally he was mildly panicking, though he remained stony faced.

Lance was a bad kid, definitely not something Jolon wanted as his kid. But, he did produce Addilyn, which was probably the only good thing he'd ever done in any of his lives. What worried him now, was that Jolon had no idea what level his son's powers were. A person that was level nine could remove Addilyn's seal with only a bit of a struggle, any level under that, they would go insane.

Quite like Pandora, who had attempted to take her daughter's seal off, so she'd be strong enough to go after her brother. Poor, poor crazy Pandora, she'd played with fire and her daughter had burned her.

Jason listened carefully, storing the information away in his mind that Jolon didn't know he was reavealing. It seemed "Lance" was Addilyn's only hope at a fair fight. Gods above, Jason did not even know half of Addilyn's life and childhood, and who she really was, but he could not stand to see her be destroyed by Jolon, and end up in his clutches again in her next life. The selfish part of Jason was pained by the fact that Addilyn would have lives after him, while he died and remained dead, but that could only happen if Addilyn won.

So - she had to win. For herself, for their friends, for this world. It was a lot of pressure on her, but Jason had a gut feeling she has faced things like this before.
Although, maybe it wasn't with her mind blocked off and facing her demented Grandfather/captor/resident crazy person.

Either way - no matter what happened - when Jolon went down to fight Addilyn, he would kill every advisor in this room for allowing the devil to hurt so many people. For hurting Addilyn.

Asmodeus would be the first to go.

For now, he simply drank his water, thanking Jolon for the ten minutes he granted Addilyn, and praying for Lance to come and release Addilyn. The fear he felt from Jolon was real. This Lance guy was a big deal.

Jason looked down at the sands, where the areana was being cleared, and silently promised that no matter what happened to him, the advisors would be gone.

A sigh escaped Kaitlyn's mouth as she wrapped the white bandage around Addilyn's leg one last time. The injury was deep, but Zane had managed to brew up a few healing potions and Addilyn was only mildly dazed now. Her leg still felt as if it was on fire, which was impossible for multiple reasons, but the pain was dulling by the second. Although the wound wasn't going to get infected, and blood loss was highly unlikely due to Zane's potions, there was still the possibility that she'd fuck it up again during her fight with Jolon.

So she'd have to finish the fight as soon as possible.

Jolon sighed as he got out of his chair, Cathy flying up to sit on his shoulder with a rather smug expression. "This fight shall be over quickly. I'll return and we will have a celebration feast, and we can talk more Jason." Jolon smiled as he walked out the door and headed towards the arena. Not knowing that this was the last time he'd see this dimension for a long time.

~

Jolon walked onto the arena's sandy ground to thousands' applause. Very, very few people did not cheer him on as he waved lovingly at the crowd. Kaitlyn frowned from her place between Ribs and Zane, Jolon's cocky demeanor absolutely disgusted her. How could someone be so happy about so much death? Not even Lilith had ever been that way.

Addilyn walked out to the stifling glares of the audience. Very, very few gave short, polite applause at her arrival. Many took note of her lack of a familiar, and the small limp as she walked, and many doubted that she'd make it very far at all.

Addilyn knew these things of course, as they were the very same things on her mind. Jolon was a level 10, supposedly beating Addilyn by a full level though the reader woman had obviously been having a bad day. All the odds were against Addilyn, Jolon was completely fresh, having not fought a previous fight, he was at his full power with his familiar at his side and he had not a single injury. For the second time that day, Addilyn grew very afraid, something told her she shouldn't be, that this should be a lot easier than it was. But it wasn't, and Addilyn may very well lose the fight despite everything she'd gone through to get here. She could only hope her strength would be enough for the fight to come.

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Kit paced back and forth, his eyes locked on the arena below as Addilyn and Jolon stared each other down. His witch seemed to be prepping herself, her knees bent slightly as if she was ready to jump at any moment. Kit watched as the voice boomed across the arena, making all the witches startle and flinch.

"Let the fight begin!" The voice crashed into Addilyn's skull as she reached down and touched her foot for a single second, a white rune flashing on her shoes for a moment before she launched herself up, up, up, over Jolon's head. The place she had stood a moment before had been blasted with a rush of pure energy that even sent some of the front row people flying. If Addilyn had been standing there, she would've been sent into the wall so hard that every single bone in her body would've broken. Fortunately, Addilyn was already standing behind Jolon, the air itself working it's way into her magick.

Addilyn slammed her leg into Jolon's side, her own injury staining the bandages red as she opened the wound again. Jolon went tumbling but quickly dove into a roll and came back up on his feet. Already, Addilyn had been moving, grabbing her bow off her back and sending a volley of arrows at Jolon. The sharp points cutting Jolon up, annoying him, but not doing any real damage other than the burning sensation he felt when they touched slid across his skin.

That's where it all went wrong.

Jolon's mind powers couldn't be used when he wasn't concentrating, now that Addilyn was staying still. Landing shot after shot, Jolon sent Cathy after Addilyn, his familiar swooping out of the sky, talons reaching for the girl's face. Addilyn noticed at the last moment and swatted the owl away, giving Jolon the single moment he needed to reach into her mind. Within moments, Addilyn collapsed, her hands covering her ears as Jolon forced his way into her mind. An internal battle raged between the two, as Addilyn tried to fight him out of her head, but she ended up losing, and a soft cry of pain escaped her mouth as Jolon grinned in victory.

But he was not done yet.

Jonas noticed something out of the corner of his eye. He subtly looked around by looking away from the fight as if he couldn't stand what was going on. Ah.

Settling his gaze forward, Jonas nudged Kaitlyn, who was next to him. Keeping his voice low, and gaze forward, he told her what he saw, "There are a ring of people around us staring. Same symbol on their weapons - probably Jolon's lackies." It seemed the three of them were also on Jolon's hit list... and they'd gotten themselves surrounded by probably some pretty powerful people. Hopefully Kaitlyn would pass the message onto Zane, and maybe they would know what to do. Jonas had no magic, and no long distance weapon on him. He silently cursed his stupidity.

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Michael also noticed the ring. He could look at them more obviously, and saw how they kept getting closer to the trio. They had been doing that for a while.

Michael had been able to slip into the crowd, and quickly found the seating area where Kaitlyn, Jonas, and Zane were. They also had quite a few people watching them, seeing their connection to Addilyn. Speaking of Addilyn, Michael winced at her state. It was not looking hopeful, but the futures he saw... he knew there was a chance. She could win.

But that was not his mission.

Michael noticed how some people cheered like they had to, and not because they liked Jolon, and how others looked at Addilyn with genuine concern and sympathy. They also were cheering her on, although it was quiet. He approached those people.

"Hey," he would say, directed at that person with a serious expression, "Addilyn can win this. And Jolon will be gone. Her friends are siting over there," He would gesture, and they would look, their face a mix of fear and hope, "And they are in trouble. Jolon's men are surronding them, and they can't fight them off." Michael wasn't about to ask these people to sacrifice themselves, "They won't strike until the fight is over - Jolon would want all of the attention on him, since he believes he is going to win. If Addilyn wins, he can't hurt you then. Please - use your magic to take out those people."

Michael was smart enough to realize he could not take out multiple people with magic on his own. He had to recruit others with magic, even if it wasn't powerful. Their combined force would be enough for the trio to escape, and for them to be subdued.
It would have to be.

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Jason wasn't prepared, both for the task that he had to complete, and for Jolon and Addilyn fighting. Addilyn looked so... tired. Worn. Yet, she was still lightning on her feet, up until the moment she wasn't, and her body was crumpled on the ground.

Kaitlyn's eyes flicked back for a moment, not a single muscle on her face moving, she didn't look very surprised. "I know, but I can't do anything," she spoke in low tones, "Zane will get us out of here after the fight. I can shield us till then but we have to get Addilyn first." Zane had shifted to try and catch snippets of their conversation. A disgusted look appeared on his face, and he quickly butted in. "Oh hell no I'm leaving her here. No way am I risking my life to get her back. You didn't think I would ever actually do that right? She isn't my friend Kaitlyn. I'm only here because something needed to change. The witch world has been unbalanced for the longest time, this is the only thing that will truly correct the wrongs."

Kaitlyn opened her mouth to reply, a stern look suddenly appearing on her face. Before she could get a word out, the screaming started. Zane sat up so quickly he swore that he could feel his muscles rip. He gazed out into the arena, where Addilyn sat on the ground, covering her ears as a scream of agony was tore from her mouth.

Addilyn felt Jolon digging through her brain, searching, searching for memories. He'd done this before, when she was younger, he raged through her head and stole memories to show others. He could project them onto TVs, phones, any device that had some sort of screen.
And it was probably the worst pain anyone could feel.

The problem was, Jolon forced the mind to be awake for it all, because if the person passed out, he wouldn't be able to access the mind. He propped her conscious open like it was some kind of door. And there was no way to stop it unless your mental shields were insanely strong.

Addilyn was gripping onto sanity when she heard Jolon's voice boom over the speakers of the arena, drowning out her screams with surprising ease. "I'm sure most of you are wondering why I don't kill my granddaughter yet, and I assure you, it is not out of pity, but merely a way to prove to some of my more... rebellious subjects that there is a reason as to why I'm so harsh on my granddaughter here." Jolon paused, the arena was silent, completely entranced by the show he was putting on.

"It is simple. My granddaughter is a monster. Her real name is Lilith Aethelbeorne, though she has no recollection of this at all. For the past thousands of years, I have hidden herself from herself. Although it was a rather complicated task, it was not impossible, and I've been saving you all from her true form for quite some time. I am sure that some of you do not believe me, but that is something easily corrected by showing her memories to you all. Though I must warn you, they are not the most pleasant scenes." With a flick of his hand, Addilyn slumped over and the huge screens were flickering to a time in the past.

The audience was allowed to see three, vital memories in Addilyn's brain, and many were left sobbing by the end of them. Some had seen their own family in those memories. Dead family. It lasted 15, excruciatingly long, minutes. It ended with a rather odd memory, that caused Addilyn to scream one long, never ending note before completely collapsing to the ground. A woman, green eyes paler than any known color in the world. A swish of her cloak, screams, and the screens blacked out. Leaving the arena in shocked silence for a very long thirty seconds. No one knew what to say.

The cameras turned back on, zooming in on Jolon, who seemed to have shed some tears of his own. It slowly panned to Addilyn, blood trickled out of her nose and her hair stuck to the blood that also dripped out of her ears. Her black hair covered her wide, shattered eyes, though her violent shaking was not hidden as easily. Jolon's voice broke the silence.

"You see, there is reason for everything I do. I believed that perhaps this life time would be different, that if I personally helped her succeed in life, that she would not turn out to be a monster. Alas, you cannot change such a primitive being. I believe it is time we end this. I am truly sorry Addilyn, maybe next time will be different."

The audience watched as Jolon approached Addilyn, picking up one of her many knives and bringing himself together to kill a witch that had once been his best friend. He was about to do it, when another person entered the arena, a blue shield suddenly covering Addilyn's body. The knife ricocheted off the shield with a sharp crack and Jolon was thrown a few feet back, sitting there dazed for a moment, before slowly standing up to face his own son yet again.

"Not here to fight you before you say anything Jolon. Don't think I'll ever be strong enough for that. But I'm pretty sure that my daughter here can kill you, after all, it isn't quite fair to keep her away from her true potential when you're at full power." Lance shrugged, a cocky grin on his face as his pale green eyes skimmed over Addilyn's quivering form.

A brilliant gold, intricate ruin form beneath Addilyn, and Jolon finally, finally looked afraid. "No, no!" Jolon yelled as Addilyn stared at the ground, delirious as an internal conversation went on in her broken mind. Lance was already exiting the field with a grin, knowing that his spell would do exactly what it was cast to do.

A solid thirty seconds had passed before Addilyn finally moved, pushing her black hair out of her face as she unsteadily rose from her position on the ground. Green eyes a pale, pale green, practically white. A cruel sneer snuck onto her face as she stared dead into the eyes of a terrified Jolon. "L-Lilith, I-I, it's you." Jolon stared, terrified, while Lilith took a single, threatening step forwards. "Did you miss me?" And just like that, the arena erupted into chaos, the sky darkened and lightning flashed as rain poured down from dark clouds. And the two ancient witches clashed. While little Addilyn hunkered down in her own body, resting while the allowed the other to use her as a vessel of destruction.