"Isn't that Red Mist Azalea?" Zareena asked.
"Yes princess, it seems he has learned a lot from the War Goddess. Using everything in his arsenal for the battle," Madam Evergreen replied.
In the midst of the battlefield, a sense of fear and trepidation permeated the remaining mages as they witnessed the swift demise of the seven mages at the hands of the mysterious flower's deadly emission.
With a burst of fiery propulsion, Aizel soared skyward, his legs ablaze, propelling him upward with incredible speed and agility.
As he went up, he left a line of flames behind him that looked like a rocket shooting through the sky.
[Many more mages are rushing in our direction, Master]
"Yeah, let's get rid of them first."
Amidst the sky, an array of fiery spears materialized, their vibrant flames illuminating the evening pink sky.
