The steam cleared, revealing Zola on the ground, her water magic faltering under the relentless assault of my blue flames. I stood there, panting, my heart pounding with the exhilaration of the fight. The crowd was a distant roar in my ears, their cheers and gasps blending into a cacophony that fueled my determination.
Zola slowly rose to her feet, her eyes narrowing as she focused on me. She raised her hand, summoning another wave of water that crashed towards me with the force of a tidal wave. But this time, I was ready. I planted my feet firmly on the ground, channeling the heat and power within me. My blue flames surged, meeting the water with a hiss and a burst of steam.
I pushed forward, my flames burning brighter and hotter. The steam swirled around us, creating an ethereal mist that obscured everything except the fierce determination in Zola's eyes. I could see the strain in her movements, the flicker of uncertainty that told me she was nearing her limit.
