As she surged forward, her newfound power was palpable, her presence alone shifting the energy of the night. With a majestic roar that resonated across Luluhawa Island, Strigr unleashed a formidable jet of water, a concentrated torrent that was as sharp as any blade. The stream struck Blackbeard with the force of a tempest, lifting him from the ground and hurling him into the dense foliage of the nearby forest. The sound of cracking trees and shattering branches marked his unceremonious landing, a testament to the raw power Strigr now commanded.
This was no longer a mere skirmish on a beach; it had escalated into a clash of titanic forces, with nature itself seeming to take sides. As Strigr ascended from the water, her body gleaming under the celestial light, Tōga found a renewed vigor, his resolution hardened by the sight of his companion’s evolution. The battlefield was reset, the odds suddenly shifted, as Tōga prepared to join forces with Strigr in a renewed assault against the true Blackbeard, who now faced not just a Dragon Slayer, but a mythical beast reborn in radiant splendor. The fight was far from over, and the air crackled with the electricity of impending conflict, the next chapter of their confrontation poised to begin under the watchful eyes of the stars.
As the remnants of the forest crackled and the air churned violently, Blackbeard reemerged from the shadows, his form staggering under the moonshine that bathed the clearing in a ghostly hue. The pirate's voice was strained, a rasp of fatigue betraying the toll his forbidden magic exacted from him with each passing moment. The life-force he gambled for power was waning, sapping his vitality as quickly as it granted him monstrous strength.