Mariela looked at Alavin incredulously, mixed with a tinge of suspicion.
“Give it to me now! It’s coming.” Alavin’s forehead beaded with sweat as he whispered urgently, “Or shall I give you all of them? Do you want to lead it away? At least one of us should survive.”
Mariela hesitated.
“The Violet Thistle's lost. Forget it! I'll take it and lead away the Violet Lion, tossing it mid-chase. I'll find a way to escape. If you think you're faster than me, then you can lead it away.”
Mariela, gritting her teeth, tossed the violet Elixir Fruit to Alavin. “Take care.”
“Wait!”
“What now?”
“Don’t look back. Just keep running as far as you can,” Alavin reminded her sternly.
Mariela cast a intense, lingering look at Alavin, then turned and fled.
As the Violet Lion was about to pursue, Alavin shouted loudly, drawing it in the opposite direction. The Violet Lion, intent on reclaiming the Violet Thistle, abandoned its chase of Mariela and followed Alavin.
Alavin ran with all his might, pushing his speed to the limit, but he had underestimated the Violet Lion's swiftness.
“Roar!”
In the blink of an eye, the Violet Lion had caught up with Alavin, unleashing a deafening roar, emanating a sinister aura as its fur stood on end. A vast purple mist enveloped Alavin, and an overwhelming force surged through his body, chilling him to the bone.
Mariela had not gotten far when she instinctively turned at the sound, just in time to witness the Violet Lion shatter tree roots and spring forth, ferociously pouncing forward. The mighty purple mist surged valiantly, violently shaking the ancient trees around it, creating a scene of awe and terror.
Damn!
A sense of dread clutched at Mariela's heart, as she envisioned Alavin torn to shreds by the Violet Lion.
“Foolish boy, how could you possibly outrun the Violet Lion?”
With a cold glint in her eyes and a determined bite of her lip, Mariela drew her sword and charged back into the fray.
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