On her way to the second boss of her destiny, Angela was wondering. She who was born without the agreement of non-existent parents and in an incongruous place for a birth, the reason for her existence still eluded her. Why was she born? Where did all these powers come from and why did she have them? What was this story of destiny? So many questions whose answers were still missing. After her hard and long fight against the lunatic Scyllah, Angela traveled through space for nearly 50 years, however, crossing here and there various stars and worlds, sometimes desert and gas, sometimes terrestrial and potentially habited. But although her thirst for knowledge was far from being quenched, she resigned herself to visiting its many places in order to follow her destiny and pay homage to Scyllah's sacrifice.

She who simply wished to sail through the cosmos, she now had a much more precise and serious goal in mind, involving virulent confrontations and probably even death at the end of the tunnel. But she had never experienced death before. This old black hole had been violent, but its end had not come. Her death was therefore unknown to her, and she therefore had to be extremely vigilant. In her thoughts, Angela didn't notice what she had just gone through.

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Looking up, she saw a landscape white as the morning snow. Snowflakes, by the billions and more, covered an entire solar system with snow. The sky, or rather space, was a dark color as usual, but the planets and even the star were white. Strange as it may sound, the snowflakes were falling from above, or at least continuously from above, relative to Angela. She was puzzled by this incongruous phenomenon.

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Dashing upwards, the flakes persisted despite the distance she traveled, in a straight line. However, at one point, nothing more. No more snowflakes, only the sadly empty expanse she was so used to being around. Looking below her, the solar system previously wintered did not look any different than Earth's. It was incomprehensible.

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She descended towards said system, slowly, and glimpsed all this icy expanse again. She concluded that there was an invisible limit delimiting an optical field where snow is visible inside and invisible outside.

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Losing no more time, she continued her travel through this cosmic white paradise, sailing alongside planets similar to titanic crystalline snow globes. Came her passage near the star of this system, technically the largest object of the latter, pristine white although cracked like a snowball. She passed quite close while contemplating him, in awe of such an enormous object. However, paradoxically at the distance at which she was from a star, the heat was nonexistent. Angela was even cold. She had yet easily withstood temperatures of around -272 °C during her wandering, far from all stars. But this mysteriously welcoming star gave her chills. Technically not of fear, but of cold.

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Without waiting, she did exactly the same technique as with the wind on Earth and adapted to the ambient cold. As a result, she was no longer cold.

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But in her umpteenth monologue, a thud ran through the space. She who still had a deadly silence in her ears, she heard something surprisingly loud.

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Suddenly, the frozen star crackled. Angela, surprised, turned and saw the astral orb crack. Like an egg whose shell would be broken by the beak of a young bird, the star in front of her was doing what might have been called an hatching. The cracks that were emerging in its surface emitted an inexplicable echoing sound throughout the entire solar system that revolved around it, to such an extent that the smaller planets could be seen moving from their orbit.

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Although the size of these planets did not exceed that of Mars, it was nonetheless impressive. Angela was still in front of this astral egg and, in her amazement, had left her anti-cold barrier. The creaks became more and more violent and with each shock, an extremely cold blizzard escaped from the crevices thus formed. Angela was struggling to withstand these cold space winds.

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Following this, the star split open and emitted like a ticking noise, like a bomb. Angela, taken aback, did not know what to do. A giant frosty star was presumably about to explode, in this case leaving potentially great damage. Without thinking, Angela threw herself towards the star like a fearless heroine. But unexpectedly, a whitish hand at the end of a long, equally whitish arm came up to her and gripped her forcefully. Caught off guard, the pressure exerted was far greater than Scyllah's. Somewhat logical considering the size of the hand. Without further ado, the hand turned back and took Angela into the bowels of the cold star.

Once inside, Angela opened her eyes. All around her was a city engulfed in ice, as if stopped by time. Small buildings of a bygone age, completely frozen and preserved.

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Angela still hadn't realized that her barrier had fallen long before she was grabbed by the giant hand. Watching the place she landed in was like an endless white dome. A huge snow globe from which was snowing countless silvery flakes from a closed vaulted sky. But those same flakes were frozen. Frozen in the air, as during a time stop. Surely because of the frozen atoms of the room temperature, she said to herself. But these implausible things intrigued her less than something further on in this place of yesteryear. Further on was a large statue of a marble-like material, representing a four-armed armored dragon with several back arms. Approaching, Angela emitted a certain admiration for the quality of the details, but also a certain concern when meeting her gaze, however inanimate.

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Turning around, she suddenly felt something in her belly.

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A rocky stake had cut through her belly. A clean, clear cut. Following this treacherous blow, Angela's clone disappeared.

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The stake then returned slowly to its addressee, revealing a surprisingly menacing statue whose composition was now closer to scales than rock. Exhaling foul breath and sharp fangs, Shamsal had been awake. In front of such a monster, Angela had the impression that Scyllah was pale. His aura was certainly threatening, but the one that this ice dragon emitted was of a completely different plane. Staring blank and hungry for anger, Shamsal rushed towards her. On guard, she dodged the combined blows of her claws and arms but took a hard blow with her tail that propelled her away into buildings. Getting up, she also rushed towards him and the blows went through and through.

Unsurprisingly, Shamsal didn't know what to do with the elemental powers. Fire increased his anger and attack power, electricity increased his speed, creation of metallic things was useless when he had Angela in his line of sight, like a negation, and her howl allowed all to be canceled, spells placed here and there on the ground. When she tried to summon waterspouts, Shamsal dodged them without much harm. Annoyed that her attacks were so ineffective, she boosted her water manipulation and with a snap of her finger, filled the entire dome with water. As if she had teleported them all at once right in the middle of an ocean, far below the surface. But as strange as it may sound, on contact with the water, Shamsal's body turned red, his tail and paws has been webbed with disconcerting rapidity and after an abysmal howl, he shot himself like a torpedo towards her.

Healing, even instantly, seemed unnecessary. Shamsal was destroying the clones like nothing, and illusions could not disturb his destructive rage. Scyllah's case happened again, but more dangerous and unpredictable. Seeing this now amphibious dragon rushing towards her, she was scared and was again distraught. She wanted to dodge, but it was too late. Shamsal was within two fingers, or two claws, of puncturing Angela's skull. It was then that closing her eyes in despair, she found herself behind Shamsal.

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Pushed to her limits, she had developed a gift of teleportation. Even Shamsal seemed disturbed at the absence of his target in front of him.

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Turning around, Shamsal resumed his fury and rushed towards her. Angela's body suddenly began to sparkle, as if swallowed by a new energy. The waistcoat she had made from pictures on the internet changed into a simple-looking winter coat.

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Without further ado, she narrowly dodged Shamsal's blow and teleported behind him to strike him in the spine. As expected, the latter was remarkably hard, and the dragon had no effect. Instead, he looked at her, slowly turning his head. Angela then had a flash in her mind, and following her instinct, suddenly pulled back. Fortunately for her, her keen senses had detected the threat : Shamsal would have devoured her head without the recoil. She had just demonstrated a sixth sense, allowing her to sense danger before it happened.

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Even though Angela developed new skills, Shamsal continued to attack with ever more rage. She had tried everything, as against Scyllah, but it was different now. Even improving her powers, Shamsal adapted and retaliated. She suddenly had an idea she hadn't tried before. Remembering the rocks and strands of DNA, she attempted to extract the DNA from Shamsal. While dodging, she saw fluorescent scraps coming out of his body, without him realizing it, in the direction of her.

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Introducing the strands of DNA into her own body, Angela felt a heavy load, then nothing.

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Subsequently, her skin became covered with impenetrable flame retardant scales from head to toe, greatly increasing her defense. Small claws also grew and her hair shortened after the appearance of a kind of metal band at the forehead. In an outfit similar to that of a traveling warrior, she had taken her to a whole new level. Shamsal, seeing this, made his eyes wide. Not eyes signifying fear, but rather eyes like those of an admiring person. In doing so, Shamsal froze, sitting up like a loyal watchdog. Angela didn't understand, but without thinking, walked over and slashed him with a blade of black ice.

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Slashed, Shamsal died silently in a myriad of sparks. But no fragment came.

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Alone in this great cold dome, Angela felt a great shake. She thought everything was going to collapse, when suddenly everything calmed down. As a result, the ground cracked and a monster even bigger than Shamsal or Scyllah's annelid form appeared. A star-shaped monster, sparkling with a thousand lights like a real star.

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In front of her was presumably the Destiny Boss following Scyllah, a starry body, as much in form as in glow. When he came, all the places overheated and caught fire. The boss's body heat had suddenly raised the temperature, going from a temperature below Absolute Zero to indescribable heat.

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Wanting to modify the anti-cold barrier normally around her body, she realized that no barrier was active. She was therefore stunned to have endured the coldness of the place during her fight against Shamsal without protection. During this time, the heat was rising again and again. Angela had not yet analyzed the ambient heat from its constant fluctuations. She couldn't create a protective barrier from something evolving. However, once the barrier is installed, the latter can adapt to any undulations. The important thing is to act as long as the targeted thing is fixed.

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The temperature was now already five times the Sun. Angela resisted as best she could, as the creature emerged from the ground like a millennial king. Once fully out, he landed on the fiery ground and roared. After Shamsal, the incandescent Murderous Star awoke. All dressed in heat, the monstrosity towered over Angela like a tyrant towering over the troops of his armies. Seeing this, Angela discovered the feeling of submission. But she knew that couldn't stop her.

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Angela, with a feeling of friendship that was new to her, was as though relieved at Scyllah's already past resurrection. But now was not the time for celebration. A colossus stood in front of her, with an overwhelming presence.

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With a leap, the boss rushed towards Angela. Noticing him at the last moment, she parried the attack but flew away into the ash buildings.

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From the ruins, Angela stood up, covered in wounds.

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When Infamous charged Angela, she took the opportunity to remove strands of DNA from him and grab him heat power. Thus, Infamous' body heat was no longer a problem for her and her attacks. She also developed even more resistance with her scales and could now convert heat, coldness and energetic attacks into energy.

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At these words, Angela instinctively warned. Without further ado, Infamous charged her, and the two then exchanged violent series of blows. The entire inner enclosure of the star was shaken. Intercepted Infamous shots sent deadly bursts of fire in all directions. From a time frozen in the cold, the landscape had become a sea of ​​incandescent fire, and it was going crescendo. The star's surfaces were starting to crack, like the ground during an intense earthquake near the epicenter itself.

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Hearing this, Infamous took offense and let his rage explode. In his fury, the plates making up the surface of the star they were fighting in cracked and finally ended up in pieces in space. The field had gone from a gigantic vaulted stadium to a free field with a first class view of space. With flaming debris here and there from the vacuum of space, the mood of the fight had quickly become more daunting.

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Infamous grew more and more enraged. Angela looked helpless again despite her improvements in the face of such a level of anger. It was then that her chest sparkled with a bluish glow. She did not understand at this moment, but seeing the annoyed look of Infamous, she considered this sign as a negative point for him.

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Touching her chest, she was surrounded by a silvery aura and a colossus emerged from an invisible portal. A colossus she knew well. Tan skin, protruding muscles, a characteristic band, she had a feeling of excitement rising in her when she saw him.

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Infamous feared the invocation of Scyllah. Even if he was though faster than him, Scyllah's resurrection ability and durability made him one of the most formidable comrades in arms he has ever known.

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Angela saw Scyllah's outstretched hand, then his sparkling smile. She had sparks in her eyes, and felt a strong sense of complicity between them two.

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Both dashing forward, they went straight towards the terrible Murderous Star. The blows rained down and the fight raged. Pushed to its limits, Infamous increased his stats fivefold and regenerated.

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In a final rush, Infamous cried out and quoted as an invocation.

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Angela thought as fast as she could as Scyllah tried to fend off Infamous in full swing with ranged attacks, to no avail. During this time, her chest twinkled again. Instinctively, she knew this was a sign of help and, without hesitation, plunged her hand into it and pulled out a long sword. In awe, she quickly and again focused on Infamous, preparing to launch a devastating attack.

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Clearing her mind, she closed her eyes and thought about the current situation as she analyzed it. Her hair then turned blue and her eyes took on a reddish tint. In doing so, she repeated a single word over and over again in the same way as Infamous.

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Scyllah was distraught. He didn't understand why Angela was screaming that.

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Angela repeated the gesture 5 more times to achieve tenfold in her strength and speed. For his part, Infamous was finally preparing to launch a titanic attack. Angela then inhaled the nonexistent air of the space vacuum and with her gaze expressed her steely determination. Brandishing her sword, she likewise recited an incantation, slicing through space with her blade.

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With these words, the two attacks were launched, the vile villain projecting a devastating ray and the nice little Tacos a series of vengeful blades cutting through space in their wake. The shock was fierce, all the surrounding planets were pulverized and even Scyllah knew he would be useless in this confrontation. The laser struggled to advance, but so did the countless blades despite their ability to slice through space.

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Scyllah then went at full speed towards Infamous and tried to strike him a powerful punch, without real success. Fortunately, the latter was able to teleport in time to dodge it. He himself wouldn't have known what would have happened to his head if he had taken the punch.

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Angela then boosted the power and speed of the blades, pushing back the beam. This obviously did not leave Infamous unmoved.

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Like Angela, Infamous thus increased the power and speed of his laser beam. The battle never ended. It was then that Scyllah had an idea.

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Angela made like a dejected air but knew deep inside her that there were no real other solutions in this time. Scyllah then moved behind her, back to back, and breathed her power into her. After that, he stroked her head like a father would to give courage to his daughter.

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At that moment, Scyllah disappeared. Angela had discovered the feeling of losing a loved one, even if it was only momentary. Releasing a few tears, something new to her, immediately ceased this behavior and concentrated on the fight.

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Suddenly, Angela concentrated all her power and let out immense strength. Screaming like death, she brandishes her majestic sword upwards.

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With these words, she cut the air with extreme violence and pulverized everything in its path. The created blade released cries of torn souls and swung towards the tyrannical Murderous Star, leaving in its wake nothing more than a void. But a vacuum much more empty than the simple space vacuum. So to speak, the passage of the blade established nonexistence. Body and soul would be erased forever from existence at the mere contact of this cutting atrocity. And that's what happened to the starry villain. After having without a single effort destroy the previous blades and the laser beam of Infamous, the latter received the devouring blade head-on. In a final attack attempt, he saw in the distance the determination of Angela's body and mind, endowed with unwavering pride. At this sight, he gave up and gave in to his own fate.

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And the blade erased Infamous before exploding and disappearing in turn. Angela, exhausted, returned to her basic form and had just beaten her second Destiny Boss. From nothingness thus landed the fragment of Infamous, which immediately lodged itself in her body.

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Angela, resting on a passing rock, gazed at the stars.

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A hard fight had broken out again and Angela had emerged victorious, in particular thanks to the help of her now friend Scyllah. With this second victory, the number of Destiny Bosses in her summons repertoire was now increased. But this was only the beginning, the hardest part was yet to come, and Angela, determined though tired, was well aware of it.