Lyra's vision sharpened as the world seemed to snap back into focus, her greatsword gripped tightly in her hands, the golden Aura around her pulsing with determination. The hellhound lunged at her, its flaming jaws snapping, but Lyra was ready. With a roar of her own, she drove her greatsword down with all her might, the crackling electricity of Sylvia's power surging through her arms.
The blade met the creature's head with a resounding impact, the electricity coursing into its body, forcing the flames to extinguish as the light in its eyes dimmed. The hellhound let out a final, pitiful snarl before collapsing to the ground, its body twitching once before going still. A silence fell over the dead forest, the echoes of the fight fading into nothingness.
