Sarada and the others arrived to the sight of a hellacious battle already underway. The ground down below shook and trembled from the blows being delivered and received.

She floated, mouth slightly agape. Finally free of the interference, she could at last sense her love in full. Her power was so weak, nearly completely depleted. She was one step from death! And yet, so ferociously she fought, matching blow with devastating blow.

Further still, her vibrant, brilliant golden aura was replaced with one as black as midnight with gold interlaced. It wasn't something she had seen before, but she had an idea.

Is this... the power of a Goddess of Destruction?!

It had to be. What other explanation could there be?

To see Ishtar feel so weak, and yet prove herself this creature's equal... it was so amazing!

It was so incredible!

It was as so hot!

No. No, focus.

Ishtar's form was off, so it wasn't like she was going to come away with an easy win. "She's injured," she commented. Those didn't look fresh. Those must be from when she fought that Nergal guy.

Alright. It was obvious that Sarada was going to have to get involved at some point. The only question was when.

Feeling the creature, it was powerful. Much more powerful than she was.

Good.

"Meagan, you can make people weaker, right? Like drain their energy or something."