Saphiros was covered in blood, her clothes were torn and tattered, revealing her wounded skin.

The pair of huge black and white wings behind it were now reduced to a single, solitary piece, drooping forlornly on the ground.

Saphiros brandished her long blade in her right hand and swiftly turned to slash at Victor's body.

The sharp blade gleamed with a cold light, slicing through the air and carrying a sharp sword aura as it rushed forward.

The invisible wind blade in Victor's hand spun endlessly. He held the blade horizontally in front of him to block the fierce sword wind, and then flicked it to quickly deflect the incoming cold, gleaming blade.

The massive blade in Saphiros's hand lost its balance due to the impact of an external force.

Her body trembled, and she lost her balance.

He tilted slightly backward, then bang!

Saphiros tried to roll over, but her severe injuries prevented her from doing so. Her legs gave way, and she fell backward to the ground.

Saphiros fell heavily onto the mud, looked up to see the bright full moon hanging in the night sky, but heard Victor's cold voice ring out in front of her:

\"continue.\"

Despite the excruciating pain, Saphiros rose to her feet, held her long blade horizontally in front of her, and launched another attack on Victor.

For Viktor, Saphiros's simple raid was meaningless.

In the blink of an eye, he used an invisible blade to block the slender, cold light.

He merely swung his sword once, and a massive burst of sword energy erupted, completely forcing Saphiros back.

It crashed heavily onto the giant tree beside it.

The tree roots trembled, the branches swayed, and Saphiros almost collapsed to the ground, powerless.

\"continue.\"

Upon hearing the sound, Saphiros stood up unsteadily once again.

This time, a flame ignited on her body.

A crimson flame quickly enveloped the ground, instantly burning the weeds beneath its feet, and staggered towards Victor.

But to Victor, the fierce flames seemed so weak, like a faint candle flame.

With a casual wave of his hand, a magic circle instantly formed behind him.

An even more raging flame spread out from around the magic circle, entangling and devouring all the weeds.

Towering flames shot up, their scorching tongues licking the dry air and bursting out with shockwaves.

The fierce flames of Saphiros were blown about and swayed violently.

The next second, the flames that Saphiros attacked were blocked by Victor's fierce wall of fire.

As if absorbed, the incoming flames actually coiled around the wall of fire and gradually dissipated.

Without the obstruction of flames, the air violently tore open, creating a massive wave that completely engulfed the already unsteady Sephiroth.

\"continue.\"

\"continue.\"

\"continue.\"

...

Despite her severe injuries, Saphiros continued fighting, obeying Viktor's countless commands.

However, the result was the same every time.

She collapsed weakly to the ground, covered in mud and blood, unable to get up any longer.

At that moment, Vega's voice softly rang in Victor's ear.

"Victor, don't ruin her."

Upon hearing this, the wind blade in Victor's hand gradually dissipated with the breeze.

In Viktor's eyes, Sephiroth's health was already at its lowest point.

She was just a hair's breadth away from dying on the spot.

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Victor glanced at Saphiros's level and slowly said:

"It seems you don't yet possess sufficient strength."

In the game, Sephiroth is the final boss of Chapter 3.

Victor clearly remembers that back then, in the eyes of players, Sephiroth was an irrationally monstrous numerical monster.

It possesses extremely high health and mana, exceptional resilience and resistance, and its defense and attack are all at the top level. Not to mention its speed.

And now, Saphiros...

It is far from being as powerful as it is in the future.

Viktor glanced at her indifferently, his expression remaining unchanged.

However, this situation is actually quite normal.

After all, there are still two or three years before the official storyline of Sephiroth arrives.

Two or three years is enough time for her to become as powerful as she will be in the future.

A bottle of blood-red potion appeared out of nowhere in front of Saphiros and rolled toward her with a gurgling sound.

"Drink it."

Saphiros could no longer see the potion rolling towards her; she could only grope her way along the ground by the blurry, bloody patches in front of her.

Finally, she grasped a hard bottle in her hand.

Upon receiving Victor's order, she forced herself to open the vial of medicine and brought it to her lips.

Then, he tilted his head back and swallowed the entire dose of medicine.

As the bottle emptied, Saphiros was gradually enveloped by a green aura.

Her injuries were healing rapidly, visible to the naked eye, and she regained strength in her limbs.

Seeing this, Victor put his left hand in his pocket, and the invisible wind blade in his right hand reappeared.

The trench coat moved even though there was no wind.

"alright."

"Let's continue."

...

The moonlight made the waterfall appear silvery white.

Saphiros let the clear, cold water wash over her fair body.

The cool water slid down her delicate skin, flowed over her graceful curves, and finally gathered at the bottom of the spring, splashing up sparkling water droplets.

But at this point, Saphiros only had one wing left.

The spring water, mixed with blood and mud, kept washing over her, and she stood silently under the waterfall like a puppet.

Viktor stood quietly before her, his indifferent voice slowly rising:

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