The battle raged on in the desolate cavern, the air thick with the acrid scent of blood and magic.
Xanveris, the second demigod, loomed like a terrifying specter, his form wreathed in dark power.
He had been toying with Alishiera, his mocking laughter echoing through the walls as she fought with every ounce of strength she had left.
Her body trembled from the strain, the forbidden spell she had cast continuing to burn away at her soul.
Yet, her eyes were steadfast, filled with the one thing that kept her going, determination.
The once-pristine blades of Arthivian and Elsienflora now crackled with energy, their radiance dimmed but no less fierce.
They were extensions of her will, and she would not allow them to fail. Every strike she made was a desperate prayer.
Every movement was a plea for victory, for her husband, for her children, and for the empire.
