"Ifrit, I need your strength," Amberine whispered, her voice steady as she focused on the fire spirit within her. "We'regoing to bring her down."
"I'm with you," Ifrit's voice rumbled in her mind, his power surging through her veins as the flames in her hands grew hotter and more intense.
Amberine wasted no time. She gathered all the fire she could muster, condensing it into a single, concentrated orb of searing heat. She could feel the intensity of the flames, the raw power thrumming through her body as she prepared to unleash it. With a shout, she hurled the orb directly at Liadra, aiming to break through her defenses and disrupt whatever spell she was preparing next.
Liadra's eyes flicked toward the incoming fireball, and for a split second, there was a glimmer of recognition—a fleeting hint of the person she had once been. But it was gone as quickly as it appeared, replaced by the cold, unfeeling gaze of someone lost to the darkness.
