The night burned with unrelenting heat as the battle raged on. Esmael's fiery attacks came faster, more intense with every strike, the flames roaring and painting the ruins in a flickering orange glow. Despite the danger, Vianna moved with calculated grace, her movements fluid and precise, as though she were toying with the flames.
Her smirk was faint but present, a sign of her confidence. "Is this the best you've got, Esmael? You'll have to do better if you think this rage will bring me down."
Esmael growled, his frustration flaring alongside his fire. "Don't mock me!" he roared, unleashing a massive wave of flame. It surged toward Vianna, but she leapt high into the air, flipping gracefully before landing behind him.
"Mock you?" Vianna said coolly, her voice calm even amidst the chaos. "I'm simply showing you that your anger won't make you stronger—it makes you reckless."
