A colossal crimson phoenix unfurled her wings. Flames burning hotter than a star surged as if possessing a mind of their own, coiling around the Guardian.
Despite fire being one of two elements it was born from, the illusion experienced the sensation of being burned for the first time. Nicole's domain proved unrelenting.
Simultaneously, darkness rivaling the cosmos in its depth streamed toward the creature's side.
Unbreakable chains snapped shut around its enormous body, hands of despair eagerly taking hold and pulling downward in demand of submission.
The Guardian felt its strength being sapped away, stolen against its will, and replaced with Persephone's authority that required the surrender of body, mind, and soul.
Francesca was no less lethal. Blinding light took its place between the darkness and crimson color amidst the sky, cutting off any escape route.
