As I lay there, battered and bruised, I felt a surge of despair threatening to overwhelm me. The demon seemed unbeatable, its power unmatched and its fury unrelenting. The weight of defeat pressed down on me like a suffocating blanket, threatening to snuff out the last flicker of hope within me.
But then, through the haze of pain and exhaustion, I heard Zephara's voice calling out to me, filled with a fierce determination that mirrored my own.
"We can't give up now, Leora," she said, her voice echoing in my mind like a beacon of hope amidst the encroaching darkness. "We have to do this so we won't have problem in the futur."
With her words echoing in my heart, I drew upon the last reserves of my strength, channeling the raw power of my fire and water magic into one final, desperate attack. Flames and water collided with the demon, engulfing it in a dazzling display of elemental warfare.
