High above the ruins, fire and thunder collided once more.
The battlefield, torn apart by fire and lightning, screaming with raw elemental force. Red and blue light clashed again and again, each collision shaking the air like the world itself was cracking.
As the fight raged on, the Flame Phoenix pressed its advantage. Its wings burned brighter than before, each slow flap sending out waves of crushing heat that bent the air and warped the clouds.
The Lightning Wyrm Dragon was being forced backward.
Its massive body twisted through the sky, coils snapping and recoiling as it tried to keep distance. Blue lightning still crackled along its scales, but the sparks were no longer steady. They flared, then faded, then flared again, like a heart struggling to keep rhythm.
Every clash now favored the Flame Phoenix.
