The storm had been building for too long.
The words, the taunts, the threats, the unyielding beliefs had ignited a spark on one side and frozen the air on the other.
And now... the battlefield erupted.
_ _ _
Arson vs. Sylvia
The sky was ablaze - dark smoke from burning grasslands clashing against the sudden bloom of green energy as roots and vines tore through the ash.
Prince Arson stood at the heart of the inferno, flames swirling around him like a second skin, his molten-red eyes burning with a cruel satisfaction.
"You should've stayed in your forests," Arson growled, his voice a roar of embers. "Now, you'll burn with them!"
Princess Sylvia didn't waver.
The ground beneath her cracked open - not from Arson's flames, but from the sudden eruption of thick, green vines that lashed through the air, smashing into the advancing Magma warriors.
"Your flames don't own this land," she said, her voice steady despite the chaos. "And they never will."
The battle exploded around them:
Blaze unleashed streams of fire, burning a path toward Sylvia's troops, but Thorne countered with towering trees, their bark refusing to yield to the flames.
Scoria scorched the ground with molten strikes, only for Ivy to summon creeping vines that grabbed her ankles, dragging her back, roots cracking through the lava.
Magma warriors clashed with Nature soldiers - flame against root, heat against life.
The casualties mounted gradually as the war raged on:
Several Nature warriors were caught in a sudden firestorm, their screams echoing as their green forms withered to ash.
At the same time, thick roots pierced the bodies of Magma soldiers - ensnaring them, crushing them like stone entangled by life itself.
But neither side yielded.
The land burned and regrew, again and again - a brutal cycle of destruction and rebirth.
And at the center of it all...
Arson and Sylvia.
They circled each other, their tribes clashing violently behind them - but their focus was locked solely on one another.
With a feral smile, Arson raised his hand - a spiral of fire swirling around his arm. "Let's see if your roots can grow through this."
He slammed his fist into the ground.
A pillar of molten lava erupted, racing toward Sylvia like a wave of burning death.
But Sylvia didn't retreat.
She extended both hands - and with a sudden pulse of green light, a massive wall of vines shot up from the earth, thick as tree trunks.
The lava slammed into the roots - burning, charring, hissing.
But the vines... didn't break.
Sylvia's voice was a whisper beneath the chaos.
"Life doesn't fear death," she said. "It only grows stronger."
Arson's flames flared brighter.
The battle roared on.
_ _ _
Glacius vs. Peggy
On the other side of the war, the frozen river cracked and shattered as ice met glowing light - the battlefield caught between stillness and motion.
Prince Glacius stood at the center of the icy storm, his skin glowing with cold power, his breath visible in the frigid air.
"You fight like a flickering flame," he told Princess Peggy, his voice like a knife of ice. "All light and no strength."
Peggy's golden wings flared behind her, casting a warm glow against the creeping frost.
"I'd rather flicker than freeze to death," she shot back.
The battle erupted around them:
Drake swung his frozen sword, sending ice spikes shooting across the battlefield but Dave darted through them, his fairy magic melting the spikes midair.
Frysta conjured freezing winds, sending a storm of snow and hail at the Fairy Tribe but Veronica countered, summoning glowing orbs of light that exploded in bursts of warmth, cutting through the cold.
Ice warriors clashed with fairies - some frozen solid by Glacius' generals, others blinded by sudden bursts of light magic.
And the casualties grew gradually:
Several fairy soldiers fell, their wings frozen and shattered, helpless as the Ice Tribe advanced.
At the same time, ice demons crumbled - their frozen bodies melting into puddles beneath Peggy's relentless light.
But neither side backed down.
The river froze and thawed - again and again - an endless cycle of stillness and freedom.
At the heart of the chaos...
Glacius and Peggy
The ice prince raised his hand - and a swirling blizzard formed around him, freezing the air into sharp shards of ice.
"You'll shatter like glass," he warned.
Peggy's wings blazed brighter, her body now glowing gold, pushing back the cold like a burning star.
"You'll break like the ice you hide behind," she shot back.
Glacius' calm shattered.
With a sudden movement, he unleashed a wave of frost - the ground freezing solid as the ice spread toward Peggy.
But Peggy countered by summoning all her magic, firing a stronger light beam from her glowing hands into the earth.
Bursts of light were erupting from her, melting the ice mid-charge.