Chapter 162: Rex Tremendae Majestasis

The two charged forward, with both gaining knowledge in their assault. The Wendigo would notice that she casted such magic through her blood itself, taking in the suns rays through the leaves and using its light as a catalyst. Moreover, Pria would notice that it began to whistle once more. Her body, alongside wielding such a powerful glow, was slowly getting back her body in a proper shape, at the expense of the energy she's willing to spend. This is both a benefit and a curse, the former in which it allows her to fight in her prime, a second wind for the Mage, yet it is the latter due to being exposed once more to the illusion, as her magic would therefore heal her eyes and ears once more. She could hear the trumpets playing proudly as half of her vision was enshrouded in a grisly viscera, even worse than the first experience, yet performed in the same manner: Her eyes being blinded by a light, followed by a Kingdom, followed by his Angels. Only half of her vision is affected, however, due to Exorcism being that potent. They'd engage once more in a scuffle, with the Mage leading the attack by a left hook, then a body punch, followed by an uppercut. The Wendigo would have the Marrow's influence take hold of its body, averting the strikes by the Spriggan-like creature's command, whilst it would try and land a heavy chop to cut her shoulder blade down.

SHIKK!!

Despite such a blow, she'd heal herself and ensnare the Wendigo's arm, retaliating with a barrage of punches directly at its skull and chest, her fists leaving more and more craters in its wake, the muscles and flesh being beaten bloody raw. The Beast, however, kept its grin, as the arm it used was the one that was weaponized by the Marrow, allowing the roots and plant-life to invade and destroy her internal structure. Roots embedding in her nerves and fibers to limit movement, her blood being absorbed by the flora as a way of nourishment, the moss slowly growing out of her skin and invading into her other half of such a damaged face, even growing splinters across her bloodstream to have it stab and slice her heart's chambers. She was dying, and yet she still kept her smile, the energy pooling out of her doing its best to mitigate the damage and organically bond with the likes of such an attack. She'd continue her onslaught in any way she can: Punches, knees, chops, even going as far to dig her nails into the skull to try and rip out the Wendigo's head. The beast wouldn't let up, either, offering its own consecutive strikes against her, dragging her across the forest, having the Marrow grow more and more of it the longer he traveled, smashing her body into any tree it could find, using the force to whittle her down and even disrupt the large wall in the form of Exorcism.

Both fighters were going dirty on one another, rolling around in the soil, even resorting to underhanded tactics in order to gain an upper edge, and yet throughout all of it, they were almost enjoying themselves. Such animalistic fighting would cease once Pria would grip at the Wendigo's arm and planted her foot on its chest.

RRRRIP!!

The Beast's arm was pulled clean off, allowing Pria to sever the wrist without the risk of such influence from the Marrow while recovering herself back to her prime. She could feel her energy slowly disappearing, realizing her time is almost up, with the Beast, while worn down, regenerating its arm through the plant-life, making a new appendage in its place. It wasn't howling like before. Pria couldn't help but give a small scoff as she'd prepare her stance once more. "God.....you REALLY don't wanna die, huh....?" She would ask, to which the beast replied with a soft nod. Before she would talk further, she would grasp at her chest, realizing that while she was able to heal the wounds, the flowers and moss were still in her. She realized what was going to happen, and when she looked up at the beast, she would also realize what it wants. She'd take a deep breath as she stumbles up. "...Who are you, anyway....? You don't...FEEL like a beast to me...." She'd ask, to which the beast gave a few words. A word that would somewhat shock her.

"Father.....of one...Father.....to a Man.....Father.....In Reality..."

Silence was strong between the combatants, the crisp air flowing freely between one another. The Mage can't help but shed a tear, yet smile in knowing that it was able to think. That it was able to feel. "God....I feel a bit pathetic right now....Death's door, and the last action I'm doing.....is crying for someone..." She'd wipe the tears away from her eyes, before getting in a stance. She'd look up at the beast, recognizing that no matter her strength, there was no way to get through the Marrow's magic on her own. She was ready to go. "If I'd like to ask you something.....can you use my body.....to help the children...? I won't be against it...If I'm going to die.....the only thing I want to see is my will still protecting them...Can you do that for me?" Her request fell along with the silence, yet after a few minutes...

The Wendigo nodded as its answer.

Once again, she would shed a tear. "If we weren't trying to kill each other...I would've genuinely be in love with you..." She'd confess, to which she'd lunge forward, ready to strike at the beast with all her might. The monster would shape its hands like a solid blade, before charging forward as well. Pria closed her eyes as she embraced her fate, planting her feet down and utilizing her strength as much as she could

SHIKK!!

Penetration. With Pria's chest stabbed through, her heart punctured and punched through her body. Her own hand doing the same against the Monster's heart as well, yet she would heal both of their bodies as much as they could, her life finally coming to an end. The trumpets being played near her ears, the white light slowly coming before her. The Beast whistled its tune, letting it be her sendoff, as she slowly rests on its black fur, her body changing and bonding along with the Wendigo, being succumbed into its fate. As the bodies healed, her own began its metamorphosis, starting with her own hair growing into the same matte black fur, her skin and muscles deteriorating, letting the bone be protruded out, her skull warping and shifting, shaping itself into a cow's skull. As her soul would depart, a new would be born, one that took in the body of the Wendigo, transforming her directly into the beast itself. She could feel the grass and roots embedded in her body flourishing further, even spreading its roots and weaving around her body into a dress, twitching and drinking away at her nutrients, yet it didn't mattered to her anymore.

She became a Monster. Her Healing Magic, coupled with the Wendigo's physiology, has created a new beast. A new creature of nature that flourishes in three styles of magic at once. Her red eyes wouldn't believe it. As it took in its new form, she would smell something on her left.

Smoke.

Ash.

Fire.

Something was burning out there. Something was burning strong.