Malvoria's lungs burned with each breath, the air thick with acrid smoke and the metallic tang of blood.
The once-grand hall lay in ruins, its marble floors cracked and scorched, tapestries reduced to ashes.
Lucindra stood at the epicenter of the devastation, her form now a grotesque amalgamation of shadow and flame, eyes glowing with malevolent power.
Elysia staggered beside Malvoria, her red fire flickering weakly around her hands. "She's... changed," Elysia gasped, her voice barely audible over the roaring flames.
Malvoria nodded grimly. "She's tapped into something ancient, something forbidden."
Lucindra's laughter echoed through the hall, a chilling sound that sent shivers down Malvoria's spine. "You thought you could defeat me? I am reborn, a goddess of destruction!"
Without warning, Lucindra unleashed a torrent of dark energy, the blast tearing through the hall like a hurricane.
