The Emberhart soldiers wasted no time, their faces contorted in anger as they activated their flame-based skills.
The air around them shimmered with heat as their weapons and bodies became engulfed in a blazing aura. The intense flames crackled, casting flickering shadows across their determined faces.
"Let's end this quickly!" one of the soldiers barked, his voice full of confidence, raising his flame-coated sword high. The others nodded, flames licking at their weapons as they prepared to strike. With a roar, they rushed toward Roxana, convinced that their combined strength would overwhelm her.
But Roxana merely smiled, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "Is that all you've got?" she said, her voice calm and taunting. There wasn't an ounce of fear in her expression, only boredom.
