The atmosphere crackled with tension as Irene, compelled by an unseen force, unleashed her formidable magic. A cascade of crimson fire enveloped her, an ancient incantation weaving around her like the very fabric of reality bending to her will.
Caught in the midst of this magical spectacle, Rizki couldn't help but facepalm in sheer disbelief. Whatever mysterious forces were at play had left him bewildered, but he maintained his composure, cautioning Irene with a stern expression. "You really don't want this fight."
"I wish I didn't have to engage in this conflict either, Rizki," Irene responded, her body now suspended in mid-air, surrounded by the intense glow of crimson flames.
