With every flicker of flame, Duke felt a surge of confidence, knowing he was actively pushing back the icy threat that surrounded them.
The air crackled with energy, a blend of steam and heat creating a surreal atmosphere as the battlefield transformed before their eyes.
With unwavering focus, Duke expertly controlled the flames, ensuring they would not harm the beautiful flower field behind them.
His fire targeted only the encroaching frost, which he instinctively believed was emanating from the direction where Rose was located.
As the mist thickened around them, visibility dwindled, transforming their surroundings into an ethereal, swirling haze that obscured everything beyond a few feet.
In this fog, Kisha had to rely on her heightened senses, attuned to the subtle shifts in the air and the faintest sounds around them.
