Eliora, her eyes burning with determination, decided to take the fight to the skies. She summoned the power of her Phoenix Wings, and fiery wings of radiant red and gold erupted from her back. With a powerful flap, she soared into the air, leaving a trail of shimmering sparks in her wake.
Zephyrus, watching from below, narrowed his eyes. "You think you can escape me in the skies?" he muttered. Summoning his own power, he called forth the Wings of Frost and Light. Ethereal wings of ice and light materialized on his back, glowing with a cold, divine brilliance. He launched himself into the air, his movements graceful and swift.
The two demigods faced each other high above the battlefield, their wings beating steadily as they hovered in place. The air between them crackled with tension, a prelude to the clash that was about to unfold.
