Outside, it was pure chaos. The roar of Novaria's flames devoured the night, a wave of red and gold fire surging across the warped streets.
Buildings crumbled under the heat, their stone facades melting like wax, while screams of fleeing civilians pierced the air, swallowed quickly by the inferno.
The rooftop where the battle began was gone, reduced to ash and rubble, and the blaze spread relentlessly, painting the frozen skyline in hues of apocalyptic fury.
Novaria stood at the epicenter, her dragon wings blazing with fire, the red flames licking the air like hungry tongues. Her eyes, golden and slit, burned with rage, locked on Elysia, who danced through the chaos with a delighted giggle.
The Infernakar Blade in Novaria's grip pulsed, its molten edge trailing searing waves with every swing, each arc aimed to erase Elysia from existence.
"I'll kill you!"
