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The Destroyer emerged, a shadow so deep it extinguished all light. All light except Arah, the last magical girl. Focusing more magic into her photonic daggers she extended them into short swords and whirled toward her foe like a food processor about to serve up some purée of evil.
With each clash of their blades, Arah could almost see through to her enemy’s true form. Was the Destroyer matching her speed? Arah had been training for this fight all her life and, as the last magical girl, she had the entire Energy Matrix at her disposal. Nothing should be impossible for her. Had the Destroyer gotten stronger too?
“I refuse to lose!” Arah shouted into the void.
“It is too late for you to win.”
The not-quite voice chilled Arah’s soul. Seeing her ruined world highlighted the truth of the Destroyer’s words. But also gave Arah an idea. She dismissed her blades and called on the full power of the Energy Matrix. Hopefully, time travel was similar enough to magical acceleration for Arah to invent it on the spot.
The Destroyer moved as through molasses while the rest of the world slowed to a stop. Energy gathered inside Arah and before her foe could touch her exploded in brilliant light.
She awoke on a grassy hill under a bluer sky than she’d ever seen. Did it work? Had the world ever been this beautiful?
“That was quite the light show,” a stern but warm voice made Arah sit up. “I take it you’re not from around here?”
A warrior in red armor flanked by a sage in blue robes and a girl in yellow leathers stood before Arah. The first magical girls? How far back had she gone?
“That’s an understatement!” Arah lay back with a contented sigh.