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“What–” The guards stumbled forward, more shocked than they were massively enraged.

It was a predictable outcome.

Luna's mental state was being torn at the seams. It was a spiral that she had been falling into.

Syrus and Eva recognised Luna was unwell and so didn’t directly ask anything from Luna in recent times.

But that was never going to be enough.

Luna’s silence was deafening.

With Luna's extremely near minimum time controlling the body and current desire, the outcome was decided before Syrus could do anything to stop it.

An ominous voice that spoke in pain. “I’ve been wanting to do this for a long time.”

Morrison couldn’t do anything. It happened too fast; there was no sign, there was no reason; this never should've happen.

She looked at the girl in front of her. The fear and confusion she was feeling were only amplified as the person in front of her changed form in a moment. But it took a few moments of her eyes lingering on the girl for her soul to shake.

Impossible!

Those eyes, those disgusting eyes.

Morrison couldn’t even voice her complaints. The dead bitch was in front of her. Eliana looked different; her face was different, but the hair, the moonlight, and those disgusting pink eyes that looked at her as if she were filth!

“–I” Morrison couldn’t control her mana and her attributes were useless as her consciousness faded, and likely her life was to follow soon after.

As she fell unconscious, the three guards rushed Syrus, screaming righteous fury.

Luna pulled out her hand and brutally kicked Morrison’s body to the ground.

Fractaling blades of Moonlight appeared around her and stabbed into the body in the ground.

She was never taught offensive light techniques, but now she had time to learn and create her own, and a madness to give those images form.

Luna raised her head at the guards–no, the Paladins–and her rage drowned her.

She was burning through her mana without concern as disjointed stars of moonlight appeared around her.

[Luna! LUNA!] (Syrus)

But she was unresponsive.

Ever since the metamorphosis into their new form, the connection and intensity of their emotions were much stronger. They understood the dangers of being dragged into each other’s strong emotions, but they didn’t have a full grasp on how much easier it was now for them individually to fall over the edge.

Her hands raised as the contracts spun around her, ready to counter.

Luna’s fall into rage and madness was affecting the others, but they were able to keep their thoughts straight. The strongest emotion in the pit that swallowed Luna was rage, and Eva’s emotion of deep concern actually managed to push against the pull. Syrus' approach was brute forcing it. She knew anger; she knew how to use it, so she endured.

The guards who brought no large weapons pulled out two sizable knives, and a stream of water was summoned and flowed between them. It joined and linked, and the river that floated in the air protected each of them as they rushed towards Anlesa.

Luna was ready to charge forward.

However, Luna’s step stumbled for a moment as Syrus was able to rejoin the passenger seat.

[Eva! Try to calm down Luna!] (Syrus)

[How?!] (Eva)

[I don’t know, try to focus on happy thoughts.] (Syrus)

[What are you going to do?!] (Eva)

[...There can be no witnesses.] (Syrus)

Their body changed once again, back to their true appearance. Their hair changed back to black with its highlights, and the hidden aspects of their appearance emerged as Eva was fully focused on dragging Luna out of the mess.

“Tch!” Syrus groaned. Being partly in control meant stepping closer into the sickly pit of emotions Luna had been dragged into. Her memories of being angry and moments in her life that enraged her were rising from the depths of her mind.

Syrus let out a dry laugh, “Ha ha haa. I know people can never completely control their emotions, but this is a little ridiculous. I gotta apologise… Sis didn’t notice how bad it actually was.”

Anlesa lept forward with a feral laugh. The constructs of Moonlight flew forward and violently exploded on impact, causing massive damage to the surrounding area, completely breaking the water wall, and sending the guards back in a shockwave.

Syrus tried to joke, “Hey, that was so much mana, you could have left some for-argh.”

The pain was getting worse.

Syrus leapt and pulled out her knife and stabbed a guard in the neck.

[Luna… Please… I need you…] Eva begged for Luna to hear her. Her mind was filled with every happy thought she could think of.

She regretted not exploring what could happen with their emotions further. They understood the basics and left it at that because it was risky, but she knew they should’ve. They should have been prepared to deal with a worst-case scenario that could happen. This wasn’t like a normal person being stuck in a blind rage, no, their emotions had dragged Luna’s mind into complete chaos. She didn’t understand the reason or cause that made their emotions so powerful, Eva could assume, but she still didn’t know, and not looking at it made them ignore an internal danger.

Anlesa groaned, “Hraaa, hraaaa, arghh…” And the second guard fell. It was a swift and clean kill, as Syrus had pushed their body further to take advantage of the shock the guards were facing due to Luna’s explosion.

The killing did provide some relief to the anger, but it would never be enough to satisfy it.

The final paladin standing wasn’t going to go down as easily. Standing strong, a torrent of water was summoned and morphed into large pillars that spread around and that he threw towards Anlesa like whips.

Syrus jumped and dodged and looked for an opportunity to jump in for the finishing blow. The construct was clearly draining his mana, but with how quickly everyone else died, it was his desperate struggle.

The water pillar crashed down, and Syrus leapt past it and flicked her hand to summon a blaze of fire to push against another pillar that fell towards her.

Then during the combat, for a moment, [Lill–] Luna faded back in for a sliver of a moment.

[LUNA!] Eva cheered, and with all her courage, she made use of the opportunity. With every speck of her memory and imagination, she remembered a warm group hug between them and their parents on their bed while reading a book.

[Hmmm…] Luna smiled and was free from the spiral for a moment, and instantly she passed out.

This left their head and body feeling really heavy, but Syrus held on and stabbed the last Paladin to death. She had made it close enough to stab the bastard.

The fight was nothing difficult.

The aftermath, on the other hand, they all understood was going to be a challenge.