The battlefield had turned into a world of chaos—firestorms and ice pillars, lightning strikes and shockwaves that carved trenches into the ground. Every breath drawn was heat and frost colliding, every heartbeat a countdown to catastrophe.
Aaron's laughter echoed above the rumbling battlefield, loud enough to drown the crackling of flames. "Not bad, humans! You've lasted longer than I expected!"
Mia stood amidst the roaring heat, her blade buried in the scorched ground as she gathered her breath. Frost spread beneath her feet, trying to reclaim the burnt soil, but the fire around her kept pushing it back. Every time she lowered the temperature, Aaron's mana surged, nullifying her efforts. The air between them shimmered—a line where ice and flame met, refusing to yield.
