Etoral and the Cursed Sword (Part 3)

Distant battle echoes fill the air as the trembling princess whispers in tears in Japanese as if she were begging "Onegaidesu. Watashi no min o sukuu no o tetsudattekudasai.". A dark, swirling aura erupts around her, her skin takes on an elegant tanned shade as her physique reshapes itself, developing robust, agile muscles and a powerful, sculpted form. Her blonde hair cascades into wild waves, her figure maturing as pieces of ornate, obsidian armor materialize and lock into place across her body with resonant clangs. A helmet descends on her head, a sword blazing into existence in her hand. A sensual smile graces her lips as she breathes, "Watashitachiha hitotsudesu," her voice a low, confident purr.