Enveloping herself with a large ring of fire, Sage didn't flinch as she incinerated the swarm of Statkus mages charging towards her like a plague. Though her energy was dwindling and her core was fragile, she drew strength from Ioas' flame and the promise of his help.
With Cyrus counting on her, she steeled herself for victory, refusing to falter.
She carved a path through the army, directing her flames at the mages, her eyes narrowed intently on the ice god standing before the portal.
"Why isn't he moving?" Her eyes hardened, and she surged forward with renewed speed, her breathing heavy and labored as her flames increased, reducing nearly half of the Statkus mages to ashes.
Just as she was closing in, Lianna appeared suddenly in front of her, striking her head with her staff.
Sage cried out in pain, her steps halted. However, her flames only grew stronger, forcing Lianna to retreat quickly, maintaining a safe distance between them.
