As Frost's smile turned crimson and sinister, his form began to undergo a terrifying transformation. Dark, shadowy hands emerged from his back and neck, elongating and twisting like tendrils of darkness reaching out to grasp the world around him. Some of these shadowy appendages covered his face, obscuring it from view, leaving only his red, menacing smile visible amidst the darkness.

The torn remnants of his police uniform fluttered in the force of his burgeoning power, a stark contrast against the ominous aura that surrounded him. Each movement seemed to crackle with dark energy, casting long, sinister shadows across the desolate landscape of Envy's realm.

Lilith watched in awe and trepidation as Frost underwent this terrifying metamorphosis, her heart pounding with a mixture of fear and anticipation. Whatever force had taken hold of him now seemed to consume him entirely, driving him forward with a malevolent purpose.

With a wary gaze, Lilith braced herself for the confrontation that lay ahead. The power emanating from Frost was palpable, and she knew that she faced a formidable adversary unlike any she had encountered before.

As Frost's shadowy tendrils writhed and twisted around him, Lilith steeled herself for the battle to come. With her and Adam's safety hanging in the balance, she knew that she had no choice but to confront this dark and enigmatic foe, whatever the cost. And with a defiant glare, she prepared to face the full force of Frost's newfound power, determined to emerge victorious against the darkness that threatened to consume them all.

It was weird, one moment she wanted to kill Adam the next she wanted him for herself, not that it mattered in the end since she would always get what she wanted.

With a burst of speed fueled by his newfound demonic power, Frost hurtled towards Lilith, his movements swift and relentless. Before she could react, he unleashed a barrage of blows, each strike landing with the force of a sledgehammer and sending her sprawling.

Lilith's eyes widened in shock as Frost's onslaught overwhelmed her, his relentless assault tossing her around like a ragdoll. Despite her formidable strength, she struggled to keep up with his lightning-fast movements, each blow driving her further and further back.

With each strike, Frost seemed to tap into the darkest depths of his power, channeling it into his attacks with terrifying precision. The air crackled with energy as he pummeled Lilith relentlessly, his crimson smile twisted into a menacing grin as he pushed her to the brink.

Try as she might, Lilith found herself unable to mount a defense against Frost's overwhelming onslaught. Every blow seemed to sap her strength, leaving her reeling and disoriented amidst the chaos of battle.

As Frost continued to press his advantage, Lilith knew that she needed to find a way to turn the tide of the fight. With a surge of determination, she gathered her waning strength and prepared to unleash her own formidable powers against her relentless adversary.

With a defiant roar, Lilith summoned the full force of her envy-fueled magic, unleashing a torrent of energy that sent Frost staggering backwards. The ground shook beneath them as their powers clashed, the very fabric of reality trembling under the strain of their titanic struggle.

And as Lilith faced off against Frost, she knew that she would stop at nothing to emerge victorious, no matter the cost. For the fate of Envy's realm—and her beloved Adam—hung in the balance, and she would not rest until she had vanquished this dark and formidable foe.

As Frost moved with lightning speed, fueled by his dark powers, he seized Lilith's right arm with his teeth, tearing it from her body in a savage display of brutality. Lilith cried out in agony as her arm was ripped away, shock and horror crossing her face as she watched in disbelief.

Unable to comprehend the depths of Frost's depravity, Lilith could only stare in stunned silence as he began to consume her severed limb before her very eyes. The sight filled her with a sickening mixture of revulsion and dread, the realization of the true extent of Frost's monstrous nature sinking in with each gruesome bite.

As Frost devoured her arm with ravenous hunger, Lilith felt a surge of primal fear coursing through her veins. The pain of her injury was nothing compared to the terror of facing such a relentless and merciless adversary, one who would stop at nothing to achieve his dark desires.

With a primal roar of defiance, Lilith summoned the last vestiges of her strength, channeling her envy-fueled magic into a desperate bid for survival. With a burst of energy, she lashed out at Frost with all her might, determined to turn the tide of the battle and reclaim control over her fate.

But as she watched Frost consume her flesh with a twisted grin, Lilith knew that she faced a foe unlike any she had encountered before. With her arm severed and her powers waning, she realized that she stood on the brink of defeat, her very existence hanging in the balance as she confronted the darkness that threatened to consume her.

As Frost, with his sinister grin, approached Lilith with an air of menacing dominance, a sudden wave of excruciating pain seized him. His hands instinctively grasped at his chest where his heart should be, agony contorting his features as he doubled over.

A guttural cry of anguish escaped his lips as he convulsed, black blood spewing from his mouth in a grotesque display. The darkness that had empowered him seemed to recoil, its malevolent grip on Frost weakening with each passing moment.

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Lilith watched in stunned disbelief as Frost collapsed to the ground, his once formidable form now wracked with pain and vulnerability. The sinister aura that had surrounded him dissipated, leaving behind only the broken shell of a man consumed by his own darkness.

For a moment, there was silence, broken only by the sound of Frost's labored breathing as he lay unconscious on the ground. Lilith's heart pounded in her chest as she processed the events that had unfolded before her, a mixture of confusion and trepidation clouding her thoughts.

With cautious steps, Lilith approached Frost's prone form, her gaze flickering between his unconscious face and the blackened blood staining the ground beneath him. His smile turning back to it's original shade of bule and his shadowy arms dispersing into energy that then collapsed and disappeared.

As Adam gazed upon the glowing light that had taken the form of the tree he had once encountered during his battle with Envy, a sense of familiarity washed over him. The ethereal glow of the light seemed to beckon to him, drawing him closer with an irresistible pull.

With cautious steps, Adam approached the radiant figure of the tree, his heart pounding with a mixture of awe and trepidation. Memories of his previous encounter with the tree flooded his mind, reminding him of the temptation and turmoil it had brought into his life.

As he drew nearer, the light surrounding the tree began to coalesce, forming the unmistakable shape of an apple—a fruit of temptation that had forever altered the course of his existence. Despite the danger that lurked within its crimson depths, Adam felt an inexplicable urge to reach out and claim it once more.

With trembling hands, he reached for the apple, his fingers brushing against its smooth surface. A surge of conflicting emotions coursed through him as he grappled with the weight of his decision, knowing that the choice he made in this moment could shape the fate of not only himself but all those he held dear.

With a deep breath, Adam made his decision, steeling himself for whatever consequences may come. With a determined grip, he plucked the apple from the tree, its flesh yielding beneath his touch as he brought it to his lips.

As he bit into the succulent fruit, a rush of sensations overwhelmed him—sweetness mingled with bitterness, pleasure intertwined with pain. And in that moment, amidst the swirling chaos of Envy's realm, Adam knew that he had once again succumbed to the allure of temptation, setting into motion a chain of events that would forever alter the course of his destiny.

As Adam bit into the apple of temptation, a wave of energy surged through Envy's realm, causing Lilith to stagger as the power that had sustained her began to fade away. Panic seized her heart as she felt the very essence of her realm slipping through her fingers, leaving her weakened and vulnerable.

In a moment of horrifying clarity, Lilith realized the true implications of Adam's actions. By consuming the apple, he had severed the connection between her and the source of her power, leaving her at the mercy of her adversaries.

As the last remnants of Envy's realm dissolved into nothingness around her, Lilith's heart filled with rage and despair. She knew that without the power of her realm to sustain her, she was no match for Adam and his allies.

With a primal scream of fury, Lilith lashed out with the remaining traces of her magic, but it was futile. Her powers were a mere shadow of their former glory, and she could do nothing to stop the inevitable.

As she fell to her knees, her strength waning with each passing moment, Lilith's mind raced with thoughts of revenge. She vowed that this would not be the end—that she would rise again, stronger and more determined than ever before.

But for now, she could do nothing but watch helplessly as Adam and his allies emerged victorious, the balance of power shifting inexorably in their favor. And as darkness closed in around her, Lilith knew that her reign of envy had come to an end, at least for the time being.

With her realm crumbling around her and her power slipping away, Lilith knew that she had no choice but to retreat. With a desperate act born of sheer survival instinct, she conjured a green teleportation gate, a shimmering portal leading to an uncertain destination.

Without hesitation, Lilith stepped through the portal, vanishing into the unknown as the last remnants of Envy's realm dissolved into oblivion behind her. As she emerged on the other side, the air crackled with residual energy, the faint echoes of her power fading into the ether.

Alone and weakened, Lilith knew that she had narrowly escaped defeat, but at what cost? With her realm destroyed and her powers diminished, she was left to wander the void, plotting her next move and nursing her wounded pride.

But one thing was certain—Lilith's thirst for vengeance burned brighter than ever before. Despite her setbacks, she remained determined to reclaim what was rightfully hers and to exact retribution upon those who had dared to challenge her.

And so, with a steely resolve and a heart filled with determination, Lilith disappeared into the shadows, her whereabouts unknown but her thirst for power undiminished. For as long as envy burned within her heart, she would stop at nothing to achieve her goals, no matter the cost.

As Frost Azgori slowly regained consciousness, he found himself in an unexpected situation, his head resting on Lady Stacey's lap in the midst of the now barren garden. The once vibrant and lush surroundings had been drained of their power, leaving behind a desolate landscape that mirrored the emptiness in Frost's own heart.

Frost struggled to make sense of his surroundings, his mind still foggy from his ordeal. As he looked up at Lady Stacey, he couldn't help but feel a sense of disorientation, unsure of how he had come to be in this position.

Lady Stacey's question broke through the haze of confusion, her voice soft and gentle as she inquired about the comfort of her lap. Frost's cheeks flushed with embarrassment as he realized the intimacy of their proximity, his heart racing with a mixture of emotions.

With Lady Stacey's gentle assistance, Frost managed to rise to his feet, though his limbs felt heavy and unsteady beneath him. As they made their way through the barren garden, Frost leaned on Lady Stacey for support, grateful for her steady presence amidst the uncertainty that surrounded them.

With each step, Frost felt the weight of their shared experiences weighing heavily on him, the memories of their ordeal still fresh in his mind. But as they approached the portal that Lady Stacey had summoned, he felt a sense of relief wash over him, knowing that they were finally returning to the safety of her bar, Utopia.

As they stepped through the portal together, the familiar sights and sounds of the bar greeted them, offering a welcome respite from the chaos of the outside world. Frost's eyes scanned the room, taking in the familiar faces of the patrons and the comforting ambiance of the establishment.

With Lady Stacey's help, Frost made his way to a nearby table, sinking into a chair with a sigh of exhaustion. As he took a moment to catch his breath, he couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude towards Lady Stacey for her unwavering support.

As they sat together in the warmth of Utopia, Frost knew that they faced an uncertain future, filled with challenges and obstacles yet to come. But with Lady Stacey by his side, he felt a glimmer of hope amidst the darkness, knowing that together they would find the strength to overcome whatever trials lay ahead as She told him to get some rest as he will need it for the upcoming battles.