Fire roared to life, surrounding the tunnel walls, trapping the spider-like monster with its blood-drenched fangs.
The heat was suffocating, and the flickering flames cast eerie, chaotic shadows across the walls, making the beast's grotesque form even more menacing.
Emery stood tall now, no longer paralyzed by fear. She had always believed herself incapable of conjuring fire from nothing, yet here she was, defying her own doubts and limits.
The flames were hers, responding to her will as if they had always been a part of her. Desperation coursed through her veins, sharpening her senses and amplifying her strength in ways she hadn't known possible.
Blood demons feared fire, thank Professor Moontar for those grueling early morning lessons on monsters.
She could still hear his voice, sharp and commanding, drilling the information into her. "Know your enemy. Weaknesses are often hidden in plain sight."
