The chamber was filled with the echo of clashing steel and the crackle of magical energy. Maris and Sophie stood firm, their eyes locked on Selene, who radiated dark energy. Selene's eyes, now pits of pure black, glowed with malevolence as she prepared to strike again.
"Maris, on my signal," Sophie called, her voice steady despite the chaos. She held her sword, its icy blade shimmering with frost, ready to counter any attack Selene threw their way.
Maris nodded, her grip tightening on her wand. She began to weave intricate patterns in the air, preparing her next spell. Selene snarled and thrust her hand forward, sending a barrage of shadowy tendrils whipping toward them.
Sophie moved with the precision of a seasoned warrior, her blade slicing through the tendrils, shattering them into shards of darkness that dissipated into the air. "Now, Maris!"
