Tiffany's laughter echoed with an unsettling edge as she evaded Scarlet's magic and struck with her own spells.
"You still think you can win? Dream on!" She taunted, her spells weaving a web of danger that tested Snow Angels' defenses.
Marry's healing magic worked overtime, knitting wounds and bolstering her allies' strength. She cast radiant spells whenever she could to keep their health at the optimum.
The clash continued, each side determined to secure victory for their guild. Sparks of magic, clashes of steel, and resolute shouts intermingled with the roiling flames of Hell's Mountain, creating a scene of chaos.
Amidst the escalating battle, Tristan maintained a vigilant watch over the unfolding events.
Despite the persistent fire damage afflicting their ranks, it was negligible enough to be brushed aside as an inconsequential nuisance.
