Guinevere's flames roared fiercely, filling the air with a crimson blaze as she continued to desperately retaliate against Althea's relentless assault. But no matter how intensely she wielded her fire magic, it wasn't enough.
Althea walked through the flames like they were nothing, her expression as calm as ever. The chaos dragon energy infused into her magic gave her an overwhelming advantage, making her resistant to heat and flames. Even the strongest fire attacks Guinevere could muster barely left a scratch.
"Pathetic," Althea scoffed, her bright red eyes gleaming with amusement.
"Your fire burns bright, but it lacks the power to harm me."
She raised her hand, and in the next moment, black and crimson dragon energy surged around her arm before launching a massive arc of destruction straight at Guinevere.
