Antanas slowly moved forward, heading towards Synola sitting deep within the prison cell, always keeping the Great Poet behind her.

She had multiple layers of protective barriers around her, enough to withstand Synola's sudden attacks.

Synola, along with the ancient chair, seemed to be the center of this enclosed world-like prison cell.

Most impressive were her eyes, though they were not open, one could still feel the power that penetrated the soul.

"Synola."

Antanas's voice echoed in the dim space, maintaining calm, but faintly revealing caution.

[Polymorph: Human] had a 24-hour cooldown. If she wanted to leave the prison as quickly as possible, she couldn't easily dispel it; otherwise, she could only leave tomorrow.

However.

The Spellbreaker Synola's actions were surprisingly swift and fierce.

The moment her name was called out, her figure instantly blurred, then appeared in front of the two intern guards.

Synola held a uniquely shaped staff, long-handled and with a sharp blade, resembling both a glaive and a giant axe.

Her movements were agile and skillful, the glaive directly slashing horizontally towards Antanas and the Great Poet's bodies.

The blade cut through the air, emitting a sharp whistling sound.

Deep cuts appeared on the metal walls of the prison cell, dozens of meters away.

Synola's attack showed no mercy; she clearly intended to cut the two in half with this slash.

But Antanas's response was equally perfect. Several layers of protective barriers shimmered on her body, lighting up with dazzling light even before Synola's deadly slash made contact.

Synola's blade collided with Antanas's magic shield, and suddenly, a deafening explosion erupted!

Light and energy burst forth within the prison cell, projecting crisscrossing shadows.

Antanas raised her hand to supply mana to the shield; only the first few layers of shields were shattered, blocking Synola's attack and preventing any harm to the Great Poet behind her.

"Synola, wait!"

Antanas had just opened her mouth again when Synola interrupted her, raising her staff once more to unleash a close-quarters combo slash with far greater power than the initial strike.

The Spellbreaker Synola's weapon was a staff that could be used as a melee weapon. For an anti-mage like her, sometimes catching an enemy mage off guard and landing a close-range strike on their squishy form might be more direct and effective than using magic. Moreover, her own most proficient attack magic was cutting-type damage spells.

Strengthening close combat was also her effort to compensate for her weaknesses against physical combat classes.

"You're quite strong."

Sensing that her opponents were two women, Synola finally opened her deep red eyes. At that moment, Antanas felt a soul-piercing killing intent emanating from Synola. The aura radiating from her was incredibly terrifying, and the air around her seemed to tremble with her presence.

For Synola, killing was merely a daily routine, like eating and drinking, requiring no extra emotional involvement.

The mere fact that they were two Protoss Empire citizens was enough for her to act.

Synola ignored the other's words, her glaive staff flashing dozens of afterimages in an instant, unleashing a storm-like combo slash at the woman before her.

Although Synola's attacks were fierce, Antanas's pre-prepared defense was equally solid.

For a time, the prison cell turned into an eighth-tier battle, the collision of forged iron and light constantly echoing in the enclosed dark world, stirring up violent waves.

"I am Antanas!"

Antanas shouted at Synola. Synola's sudden attack had also ignited Antanas's anger. If it weren't for protecting the princess, she might have given in to the urge to fight Synola head-on.

Even if she couldn't win in a direct fight, she could lure Synola out of the prison cell, then do everything to block the cell, and let Synola's illusion kill Synola!

Synola didn't know if the other party was tricking her. After all, the opponent was strong. She had never seen this level of intern guard. Even a slight relaxation of her offensive could lead to disadvantage.

Until Antanas used a barrier to restrict Synola's movements, a coffin-like six-sided light blue curtain enveloped Synola's figure. As she subconsciously reverse-engineered it, the light curtain shattered and dissipated like glass.

"…?"

Synola suddenly froze and stopped her attack, halting the glaive in her hand, looking at the two figures before her in confusion.

Although she felt that these were two humans, the barrier magic the other party had just used was indeed the magic that she had cracked belonging to Antanas.

Ordinary prison guards shouldn't have seventh- or eighth-tier strength capable of blocking her frontal attacks. Only that warden named Melissa was a bit troublesome, impossible to kill no matter how hard she tried, disgustingly so.

Synola didn't know what means Antanas had used to disguise herself as a human, not only deceiving her own senses but also managing to deceive the Protoss Empire and Helrom Prison, posing as a guard to come to her cell.

And the black-haired, green-eyed woman standing behind, no matter how suddenly the battle between the two great demonkin broke out, she didn't flinch at all, just calmly watching them.

Clearly, from a magical sensing perspective, she should be a zero- or first-tier prison clerk, yet she was calmly composed to an excessive degree.

"Antanas? Have you turned traitor?"

Synola frowned slightly, pondered for a moment, and could only find this most reasonable explanation.

"I have not betrayed the demonkin. We are here to save you. Look at who that is."

Antanas immediately denied, pointing to the Great Poet behind her. She didn't want to fight Synola again, otherwise, if her killing intent surged, she might really seize the opportunity to kill Synola.

The Great Poet standing in the distance had removed her mask and walked a few steps closer to Synola.

In the dim prison, Synola shifted her gaze from Antanas's unfamiliar face to the black-haired, green-eyed figure.

Shadows clung to her cheeks, only those emerald green pupils were exceptionally clear, until she approached, came under the illumination of the light, and was finally able to see her appearance clearly.

"…!"

Synola gripped her glaive in surprise.

"Talia…?"

Immediately, Synola quickly shook her head. She was very certain that it wasn't Talia; the temperament was too different, merely a resemblance in appearance.

At least Talia wouldn't show such an affectionate and gentle look.

If Talia could be so gentle, she would have married long ago.

But then the question arose, if the black-haired, green-eyed girl before her was Talia's descendant, wouldn't that mean Talia had successfully married?

The mere thought of Talia marrying a handsome man made Synola feel like her teeth were about to shatter!

The third chapter wasn't finished today. My eyes hurt too much. I'll continue to update tomorrow.

(End of chapter)