Mariana Marinova knelt on one knee in the center of the flooded arena floor, silver-blue hair plastered wetly to her shoulders and back, chest heaving with labored breaths.

Droplets ran in rivulets down her pale skin, tracing every curve of her voluptuous body.

Several meters away stood Venya Nightshade—wings half-spread, tail lashing the shallow water, crimson scales glistening under the colosseum lights. She was breathing hard too, but her grin was wide, feral, triumphant.

“I told you, Descendant,” Venya panted, voice rough with exertion and glee. “Venya will get My Lord’s reward.”

Mariana’s emerald eyes flashed—cold, furious.

“I’ve had enough.”

She clasped her hands together—fingers interlocking so tightly the knuckles bleached white.

The water around Venya erupted.

From the flooded stage floor, four massive hands shaped entirely of liquid surged upward—perfect, translucent, shimmering with divine power. They clamped around Venya’s wrists and ankles in an unbreakable grip, yanking her arms wide and pulling her legs apart in mid-air. Water chains formed instantly—thick, coiling tendrils—wrapping around her thighs, waist, wings, pinning them to her back.

Venya yelped—high and startled.

“What?!”

She thrashed—wings beating furiously—crimson mana flaring in desperate bursts. Claws raked at the liquid restraints. Dragonfire flickered at the edges of her mouth.

Nothing worked.

The hands tightened.

Venya’s body arched—muscles straining—breasts thrusting forward against her uniform as she fought the unyielding grip.

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Back in the high gallery—

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Nyxion’d tail froze mid-swish.

“No…” she whispered—voice tight with sudden worry.

Ela’s hands flew to her mouth.

Luna’s ears flattened—small whimper escaping.

Thristle leaned forward—eyes wide.

“She’s… caught?”

Aiden sat perfectly still—arms crossed—blue eyes locked on Venya.

No worry.

No tension.

Just calm, unshakable faith.

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Back on the central stage—

Mariana rose slowly—water swirling around her ankles like obedient servants.

“You were talking too much,” she said—voice soft, cold, carrying over the rushing sound of rising water.

Venya snarled—straining again.

“Let Venya go!”

Mariana’s lips curved—just the faintest hint of a smile.

“No.”

The water level surged.

It rose fast—rushing up from the arena floor in a perfect, controlled tide. First to Venya’s knees—then thighs—then hips—cold and relentless. It climbed her torso—covering her navel, her ribs, the undersides of her heavy breasts—until it reached her collarbones.

Venya’s eyes widened.

“Ahh… no… damn it!”

She took one last deep breath as the water reached her mouth—nose—then eyes.

The tide didn’t stop.

It rose higher—twenty meters now—turning the entire fighting circle into a glowing, underwater dome. Sunlight refracted through the liquid ceiling—casting rippling blue patterns across every surface. The crowd’s roar became a distant, muffled hum.

Mariana stood at the center—perfectly still—hair floating around her like living silk.

Then—she changed.

Her legs fused—skin shimmering as scales erupted in a wave of turquoise and pearl. The transformation was fluid, graceful, divine. Her thighs merged into a long, powerful tail—iridescent scales catching every ray of light, each one edged in faint gold. Fins flared along the sides—delicate yet razor-sharp—trailing delicate veils of translucent membrane. Her hips widened further—accentuating the dramatic hourglass that now flowed seamlessly into her tail. The short skirt and her blouse dissolved into motes of light—turning into a sea shell bra.

Her breasts—already massive—seemed even fuller now, floating gently in the water’s embrace. Pale skin glistened. Water droplets clung to them like jewels—rolling slowly downward in hypnotic paths. Her torso was long, elegant—waist impossibly narrow before flaring into the powerful base of her fish tail. Every scale caught the light—shimmering from deep teal to soft aquamarine—making her look like a living piece of the ocean itself.

Her hair fanned out around her—long tendrils floating weightlessly—framing a face that had become even more ethereally beautiful: high cheekbones, full lips slightly parted, emerald eyes glowing with divine power. Small, delicate gills shimmered along the sides of her neck—opening and closing gently as she breathed water.

She was no longer human.

She was the Water Goddess’s heir—radiant, terrifying.

Elowen Voss’s voice—excited but trying to stay professional—echoed through the magical broadcast.

“Ladies and gentlemen… Mariana Marinova has now fully transformed! The divine bloodline awakens! It… it looks grim for Venya Nightshade!”

The noble section detonated—cheers, whistles, smug laughter.

“She’s done for!”

“Divine power! No commoner can stand against that!”

“Dragon wife’s finished!”

Commoners went quiet—stunned—then started chanting again—desperate, defiant.

“VENYA! VENYA!”

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Back in the high gallery—

“That’s a mermaid. A fucking mermaid.” Thristle cried, her tone somwthing between worry and excitement.

Aiden just blinked weirdly and said, “This is certainly new.”

“New!” Zerra cried, “This is first I am seeing one. The same is true for everyone present.”

Valeforia stopped her teasing hands from fondling Liana’s boobs. “That fish looks tasty.”

Liana trembled in her lap. Then seeing the opportunity, she jumped of her lap. “Y-you! You pervy demon.”

Her face burning, voice hoarse from earlier stimulation.

Valeforia just grinned darly and winked toward her mischievously.

Liana she tunred toward Aiden’s back and pointed an aqusinf finger toward him. “Aiden Nighrshade. What do you even teach your wife?”

Aiden chuckled nervoualy, scratching his cheek, looking back at her, “It’s not my fault. She’s been a bit… Out of hand I would say.”

“More like in her hands.” Thristle muttered teasing.

Ela voice, worried, asked, “Guys, maybe we should focus. She is still fighthing.”

Everyone stopped. Looking back toward the central stage. Focused.

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Inside the water dome—

Venya floated—arms and legs still bound by the liquid hands—wings pinned uselessly behind her. Her chest rose and fell rapidly—bubbles escaping her nostrils as she held her breath. Her red eyes were wide—locked on Mariana’s transformed form.

Mariana drifted closer—tail undulating gracefully—breasts floating gently with each movement.

“You fought well,” she said—voice echoing strangely through the water—soft, almost kind. “But this ends now.”

She raised one hand—water swirling into a massive spear—tip aimed straight at Venya’s heart.

Venya’s eyes narrowed.

She grinned—fangs bared—even as her lungs burned.

Then—suddenly—her pupils slit vertical.

Crimson mana exploded outward—brighter, hotter—bubbles boiling violently around her.

The liquid hands shattered—water bursting apart in a violent shockwave.

Venya roared—voice distorted, amplified through the water—dragonfire igniting in her throat despite being submerged.

The entire dome trembled.

Mariana’s eyes widened—first real crack in her composure.

Venya surged forward—tail lashing—claws extended—wings beating once against the resistance.

The spear met her claws.

And broke.

Mariana staggered back—tail coiling defensively.

Venya didn’t stop.

She slammed into Mariana—claws raking across her bare shoulders—drawing thin lines of blood that swirled into the water like crimson ink.

Mariana cried out—sharp, surprised—then retaliated—hands forming twin water blades—slashing at Venya’s chest.

Venya twisted—dodging—then countered—tail whipping around to slam into Mariana’s side.

The impact sent both tumbling—bodies twisting in the water—breasts bouncing, tails thrashing, wings and fins flashing.

They clashed again—claw to water blade—sparks of mana exploding outward—steam and bubbles filling the dome.

Venya laughed—wild, exhilarated—even underwater.

“You’re strong, Decendant! But My Lord’s wife doesn’t lose!”

(Author: How is she speaking under water?)

Mariana’s expression hardened.

“Then I’ll make you.”

She thrust both palms forward—water surging into a colossal whirlpool around them both.

Venya was caught—spun—wings pinned by the current.

But she roared again—crimson mana flaring brighter—breaking the spin.

She lunged—claws aimed at Mariana’s throat.

Mariana crossed her arms—massive water shield forming.

Claws struck—shield cracked.

Venya pressed—pushing forward—until her face was inches from Mariana’s.

“Give up yet?”

Mariana’s eyes flashed—divine power surging.

“No.”

Water exploded outward—slamming both girls apart.

They hit opposite sides of the dome—bouncing off the liquid walls—then charged again.

The arena shook.

The crowd was screaming—commoners and nobles alike—lost in the spectacle.

Aiden leaned forward—smile dark, proud.

“She’s just getting started.”

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END OF CHAPTER : 294 : MARIANA MARINOVA V/S VENYA NIGHTSHADE! : 2

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