บท 105: Lilith's Trouble

The clash between Lilith and the Emerald Wyrm reached a fevered pitch as the transformed forest quaked with their titanic struggle. The emerald flames and crimson threads painted a vivid tapestry of chaos against the backdrop of nature's fury.

Lilith, despite the relentless assault, seemed to revel in the intensity of the battle. Her movements were a testament to her skill and experience, as she danced through the air with a grace that belied her ferocity. Every maneuver was executed with precision, every thread woven with deadly intent.

The Emerald Wyrm, its draconic form a symbol of nature's wrath, was equally relentless. It snapped and roared, its emerald breath scorching the earth and its colossal body twisting and turning as it pursued its elusive prey.

Galanor, who had become one with the dragon, shouted in exultation. "Feel the power of the Emerald Wyrm!" he declared, his voice echoing through the forest.