General Machi and Jenny forged ahead, their steps purposeful and hearts resolute. The revelation of the Hemlock connection had ignited a fire within them, fueling their determination to unravel the secrets veiled within the prison's depths.

As they neared the center of the arena, their gaze fell upon the gleaming trophy, a beacon of their impending victory. But as they drew closer, a realization washed over them—a flicker of hope born from their keen intellect.

"Machi, look," Jenny whispered, her voice filled with awe. "The trophy... It's portable. We can take it with us."

A spark of realization illuminated General Machi's eyes. "If we can touch the necklace with the trophy, we won't have to face Lady Lily Hemlock head-on. It's our chance to turn the tables."

With newfound determination, they moved towards the trophy, their pace quickening. The echoes of their steps mingled with the rustling of leaves and the haunting whispers of the arena. Their hearts raced, anticipation intertwining with trepidation.

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But in the midst of their triumph, Lady Lily Hemlock's wicked smile caught their attention. Rising in the air, her ethereal form seemed to defy gravity. With a swift dash, she hurtled toward them, a dark specter ready to thwart their every move.

Fear mingled with resolve as General Machi and Jenny locked eyes. They had come too far to succumb to despair now. As Lady Lily Hemlock closed the distance between them, their minds raced to find a way to outmaneuver her.

The arena thrummed with eerie energy as Lady Lily Hemlock's wicked laughter echoed through the air. "You seek to deceive me? How delightful," she taunted, her voice carrying a chilling melody. "But in this realm, I hold all the strings."

Without warning, tendrils of shadow erupted from her form, snaking through the air with alarming speed. General Machi and Jenny evaded the onslaught, their movements fluid and synchronized, but Lady Lily Hemlock was relentless.

Closer she drew, her wicked smile widening with each passing moment. The air crackled with anticipation, the clash of their powers imminent. And in that moment, the echoes of a battle cry mingled with the trembling whispers of the arena.