The atmosphere crackled with dark energy as Nyxira's transformation reached its horrific peak.
Shadows writhed around her like living serpents, swirling in a chaotic dance that distorted the very air. Her voice echoed, resonating through the walls of the chamber as if the shadows themselves carried her words.
"You think you can defeat me now?" Nyxira's voice was a blend of malice and triumph. "This power is beyond anything you've ever seen."
Lise stood at my side, her posture rigid but resolute. The icy magic coursing through her veins intensified, making the air around us cold enough to sting my skin.
She glanced at me, her expression determined despite the rising tension. I felt my heart race, not just from fear but from the weight of the moment. Everything was on the line.
"We've fought worse," Lise said quietly, her eyes burning with fierce determination.
