บท 91: Victory is ours

The battle against Ava was a tempest, a clash of wills and magic that would be etched in the annals of history. It was not just a fight for survival, but a testament to our resolve, our unity, and the sheer force of our combined powers.

As Zephara and I materialized amidst the ruins, the gravity of the situation was palpable. Ava, once an ally, now stood as our nemesis, her power augmented by forbidden arts. The air was electric with the tension of impending conflict, and the ruins around us seemed to brace for the onslaught.

"What should we do?" I began, but my words were cut short as Zephara, ever the impulsive one, sprang into action. Her form was a blur as she launched a volley of fireballs towards Ava.

They streaked across the battlefield like comets, illuminating the decrepit walls with their incandescent glow. Ava countered with a deft wave of her hand, erecting a barrier that shimmered with a spectral light, absorbing the impact with a resonant hum.