The clearing crackled with tension as the two fairy queens faced each other—light and dark. The air shimmered with raw energy, the very fabric of the Spirit Realm trembling under the weight of their power. Elysia's emerald eyes never left the Dark Queen's ghostly white gaze. She tightened her grip on the magical staff she held, feeling the pulse of nature's energy flowing through her.
"Lilith," Elysia murmured, her voice low and determined. "This will be your last rampage."
The Dark Queen—Lilith Nocturna—laughed softly, the sound lilting and filled with mockery. "Oh, sweet Elysia, how many times have we done this dance?" Her voice was soft, dripping with a twisted, almost affectionate amusement. "Do you still think you can stop me?"
