Angela furrowed her brow as she met Anthony's piercing white gaze, and she firmly gripped her sword, its flames glowing brightly. Descending to the ground, her feet touched the cold earth, leaving behind flame marks with each step. Her delicate skin contrasted with the intensity of her flames as she advanced with slow but determined steps. Every movement of hers seemed imbued with celestial power, and the flames emerging from the ground under her feet did not extinguish for anything.
Finally, she stood before Anthony, and the flames emanating from her body surged towards him like a ravenous beast. Angela brandished her sword, her attack slow yet at the same time too fast. However, Anthony's eyes widened, and darkness surged from him like a torrent. The blade of his sword turned black instantly, shielding him from the onslaught of Angela's white flames.
