Garcia walked to Eleanor's side and whispered, "Mother Goddess, time is running out. It's time to prepare."

Eleanor maintained her smile, but her voice was as cold as ice: "Are you teaching me how to do things?"

Garcia was startled and quickly retreated.

Rachel wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and stared intently at Eleanor, like a bloodthirsty, vengeful she-wolf.

Eleanor snorted coldly, and a fireball slowly condensed in her hand before slamming it hard into Rachel's body.

Rachel was thrown back by the massive explosion, crashing into a stone pillar before falling to the ground.

Eleanor's happiness didn't last long.

Rachel struggled to her feet again; one of her arms was broken, but her gaze toward Eleanor was full of mockery and ridicule.

Enraged, Eleanor stretched out her hand again, and an ice spike slowly condensed in her palm.

With a flick of his wrist, the ice spike shot out with a thud, piercing right shoulder.

Seeing Rachel lying motionless on the ground, Eleanor walked forward with elegant steps, her feet 20 centimeters off the ground.

Arriving above Rachel, Eleanor stretched out her hand and pulled the former from the ground to her face.

Looking at the woman covered in wounds and barely breathing, Eleanor smiled and said, "I see you brought a helper, but it seems he doesn't intend to help."

With a wave of her hand, a wind blade formed in Eleanor's hand and shot straight toward the black-robed man sitting in the last row of the stone chairs.

Without any resistance, the man in black robes was struck by the wind blades and his head was severed from his body.

Eleanor scoffed, "Just making a fuss."

Looking again at the half-dead Rachel, Eleanor said softly, "You, Eliard, and that old thing in the lava, you all thought I knew nothing?"

"In fact, I knew about your plans a long time ago."

"Guess why I haven't made a move yet?"

"I'm just waiting for the right moment, the perfect moment."

"See that large gate at the back of the main hall? That's called the Mother Nest. Inside, thousands of puppets slumber silently. They are replicas of powerful alien species, my most loyal warriors. At my command, they will destroy all those who oppose me!"

"As for Sutherland, that self-righteous old fool, when he opens the gate to another world, I will lead this puppet army, remove all obstacles, reach that other world, and become the queen of the new world!"

Rachel struggled to open her eyes, gave Eleanor a disdainful smile, and spat a mouthful of bloody saliva straight into the latter's face.

Eleanor dodged the spittle, a cold glint flashing in her eyes. A sharp ice spike slowly formed in her hand, which she pushed forward and pierced straight into Rachel's abdomen.

Having suffered a fatal blow, Rachel's body slowly collapsed like a broken tree in a storm.

Fresh blood slowly seeped from her abdomen.

Eleanor leaned closer to Rachel and said coldly, "Disobedient puppets only end up as firewood!"

On her deathbed, Rachel gave Eleanor a sinister smile and stammered, "I'm going to...give you a...surprise, you bitch..."

Before Eleanor could react, the rear door of the hall crashed down, and a sharp parasitic limb, like a bullet, pierced directly into Garcia's chest amidst the rising dust.

Looking down at the spikes protruding from his chest, Garcia's eyes widened in disbelief as he breathed his last.

Taking advantage of Eleanor's momentary shock, a semi-fluid mass of blood quickly flowed from Rachel's mouth, fell to the ground, and disappeared without a trace.