After a fierce battle, two remained standing while the other two collapsed to the ground.
"Ugh!" — Arabel said with difficulty, spitting out a tooth and wiping the blood from her nose. Her hair was disheveled, part of her face was swollen, and her eyebrows and lips were split and bleeding. His whole body ached, and there were deep scratches from claws on both hands.
"I never thought that I would beat myself up like that," Arabel said with a slight irony, looking at her colorful versions. The others were not in the best condition, but unlike her, pink had pink blood, black had black, and white had white. The entire ground was covered in four different shades of blood.
Arabel felt strange watching what was happening. It was as if this battle had released all the emotions that had accumulated over a long time.
White Arabel stood nearby, watching as the other two crouched down, panting.
Arabel and the three versions of her looked at each other. Each of them no longer seemed as beautiful and perfect as before.
"Pfft...ha ha ha," Pink started laughing first, and soon the others followed suit, even Arabel herself couldn't help but smile.
They laughed together, but soon the laughter turned into crying.
Whimper, Whimper, Whimper.
All four of them started crying.
"Damn!" Arabel cursed, trying to stop the tears, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't control them.
She sat down and cried quietly, not understanding what was happening.
Suddenly, she felt someone hug her. Lifting her head, she saw the White Arabel, who was also crying, hugging her. Without hesitation, Arabel hugged her back, and soon they both began to cry, clinging to each other.
Less than ten seconds later, the other two joined them.
They had been fighting each other only recently, but now all four of them were hugging each other and crying.
"Sniff… I... really... sniff... I think... sniff... I've lost my mind..." said Arabel, sniffing.
"Don't be... sniff... so stupid, sister... sniff, — said the White Arabel.
"Yes... don't be silly... sniff..." the Pink One agreed.
Black only sniffed, listening to the conversation of the three older sisters.
After a while, Arabel and the others finally calmed down.
"So... sisters..."—finally, after meeting other versions of herself, Arabel addressed the others as sisters. "Who are you?"
"Oh, sister, — the Pink One began. "If you don't know who we are, then how are we supposed to know who we are?"
The other two looked at Arabel and nodded, agreeing with Pink's words.
Arabel turned her gaze back to her three hypostases, which represented her three powers. White Arabel embodied her Ice Valkyrie bloodline and the element of ice. Pink, without a doubt, was associated with the Energy of Madness. But the third hypostasis represented the element of darkness.
Arabel was puzzled as to why her own powers appeared to her in the form of three different versions of herself.
"This has never happened before..." she said, and only then remembered the obvious.
"All of this really has to do with taking on the Spirit Form!" exclaimed Arabel, berating herself for forgetting such an obvious thing.
It all started with the repetition of memories of the first ascension test.
"My Spirit Form is probably related to my bloodline, just like Idan's," Arabel concluded, analyzing what had happened.
Holding the sword in front of the kneeling Idan, she somehow already knew what she needed to do to take on the Form of a Spirit — the Ice Spirit Form.
However, she didn't like what was required of her, and neither did her three sisters.
"Sisters... of course, sisters..." Arabel said softly, as if there was something special about the very word.
"Besides the fact that all three of you are connected to my power, you are also too attached to my boyfriend for some reason," she said with displeasure, and the others did not like her words.
Arabel sighed at their reaction.
She was already beginning to suspect who these three people were.
"Damn the System!" she cursed. But then, coming to her senses, she looked around.
"Phew!" she sighed with relief, remembering that she had already received two warnings.
"Dan and I have already received two warnings, but we still haven't received a third. We don't know what kind of punishment the system has prepared for us for the three warnings," Arabel recalled. "I don't want to be the first to find out."
Then, after looking at her three versions again, Arabel asked a question.:
"I suppose you know who you are now?"
As she expected, all three of them smiled and nodded. Each of them had their own unique smile.
"I think it's time for us to finish," Arabel said, standing up. Her wounds, like those of the other three, miraculously began to heal. "Dan is waiting for me."
"Heh, not only you, but us too!" the Pink One exclaimed.
Arabel didn't deny it this time.
"Is there anything to say in the end?"
"Heh, heh, heh. Don't keep us waiting, Sister. If you can't do it then, then take the blame on yourself," said the Pink One.
Arabel blushed, realizing what her sister meant.
The other two, unlike the Pink One, were just smiling. Not because they had nothing to say, but because Arabel already knew everything they were thinking, just as they knew what she was thinking.
Arabel closed her eyes and took a deep breath. When she reopened them, the three versions of her were gone, replaced by clusters of three different energies that, obeying her call, entered her body.
"Who would have thought that because of a simple warning from the system that sowed the seeds of doubt, I would unknowingly begin to deny a part of myself," Arabel murmured softly.
Arabel realized that out of fear and insecurity, she had begun to unknowingly reject parts of herself. At first, she rejected the self that appeared after the first ascension test. Then, as a side effect, she started rejecting the crazy version of herself.
The third, new version appeared automatically when she signed a contract with a dark being.
Every time she gained power; fear made her reject a part of herself. All three versions were part of her.
"Probably because of this, my feelings were in chaos, and therefore the system could not determine my affection," Arabel thought. "After all, by denying myself, I was also denying some of my own emotions."
Remembering the words and behavior of the pink version of herself, she couldn't help but wonder:
"Am I really that lustful deep down?"