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The frozen stream had come back online, accompanied by a brief announcement from the platform administrator. Despite the increased viewer count, however, the situation was anything but encouraging. While the server hiccup hadn't lasted long, even a brief disruption could prove disastrous in a fight where every second counted.
Evangeline’s fighting state, boosted by the absorption of emotional energy, was still unstable. She needed to cross a critical threshold where she could fully control her power, which she hadn’t reached yet. Unfortunately, that one step preventing her advancement may as well have been a chasm, plunging her into the depths of despair in the fight.
[What the hell.]
[Wait, is this…]
[No fucking way. Did the server lag just drain her boost?]
[What are those other two fighters even doing?!]
[Are you freakin blind? They’re literally down there on the ground fighting mobs.]
[This is the first time I’ve seen America’s number one hero get smacked around like this.]
The chat exploded with panic and disbelief.
Coughing up blood, Evangeline grit her teeth as the dark priest held her with its massive hand. Nearby, Kouna and Chris Marten lay collapsed, soaked in blood. Painfully clutching their wounds, they couldn’t even get themselves to stand.
In just that split second gap of stream connection, all three had taken severe blows.
The dark priest opened its enormous mouth...
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