As Gordon attempted to give chase to Jenny, his fury mingled with confusion at the sight of Svarog sprawled on the ground. Questions swirled in his mind, his pride wounded by the possibility that Machi and Oya had bested the ancient being. How could it be? How could they have embarrassed him and Svarog in this way?

Anger surged through Gordon, fueling the darkness that coiled within him. His eyes transformed into an abyss of pitch-black voids, veins pulsating with malevolence behind them. Sensing the imminent danger, Jenny's instincts kicked in, and she swiftly summoned her earth powers.

With a determined focus, Jenny erected walls of solid earth between herself and the seething Gordon. The barriers rose, forming a protective shield against his impending attack. She breathed a momentary sigh of relief, her heart pounding in her chest.

As Jenny turned her gaze, she was met with a surprising sight. Oya sat calmly in a nearby corridor, his presence a reassuring beacon amidst the chaos. Before Jenny could utter a single word, her hopes of understanding shattered.

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Gordon, consumed by his wrath, unleashed another ferocious assault. The earth walls shattered like fragile glass, leaving Jenny defenseless. The force of the blow struck her with brutal impact, causing her to stumble and collapse, her body limp, Edon cradled in her arms.

The pain throbbed through her, searing her consciousness, but Jenny fought to maintain her focus. She glanced at Gordon, his own unconsciousness brought about by the reckless collision with a metal wall. A strange mix of relief and frustration washed over her. They were all fallen warriors on this blood-stained stage.

As Jenny lay there, her breath ragged and her body weary, Oya approached with an air of nonchalant amusement. The sight of them sprawled on the floor struck him as oddly amusing, a twisted twist of fate. He surveyed the scene, his expression inscrutable, before finally speaking.

"Well, look at you all, lying there like that," Oya mused, his voice laced with an enigmatic tone.

Jenny's gaze met Oya's, a mix of weariness and curiosity in her eyes. She wanted answers, an understanding of the events that had unfolded, but words escaped her for the moment. Her body ached, her mind clouded.

As the echoes of their clash reverberated through the corridors, the prison remained shrouded in mystery and danger.