The room was dimly lit, shadows dancing across the walls as the flickering light from the torches struggled to penetrate the gloom. Leora sat on the bed, her posture rigid, her eyes reflecting a turmoil of emotions. As I, stepped through the doorway, our gazes locked, and the air between us crackled with tension.
Without warning, Leora sprang into action, her hands igniting with a fierce blaze of fire magic. I barely managed to sidestep her initial assault, feeling the heat of her flames as they scorched the air where I had stood moments before.
"Leora, stop! It's me, Zephara!" I cried out, my voice barely rising above the cacophony of her unleashed fury.
The air was thick with the scent of ozone and the sharp tang of scorched earth, a testament to the ferocity of her power.
She stood before me, a figure of wrath and beauty, her hair a wild mane of flames, her eyes two pools of the deepest ocean.
