Stars
The battlefield was immersed in a chaotic aura, where flames literally danced like divine serpents and dark shadows tried to devour the starlight.
Fryft, the human mage, stood erect in the air, like a column of steel at the epicenter of this magical storm. Her gaze contained an unwavering resolution, like the roots of a deep tree.
Belial, the merciless demon, was kneeling under the impact of the stars that Fryft had summoned. His body, despite his demonic resistance, was drenched in a heavenly light that burned like the sun itself.
The ground, marked by constant magical tremors, seemed to breathe in harmony with the celestial battle that was unfolding.
Despite this, Fryft's breathing was heavy, and her hair fluttered like silver curtains under the glare of the stars. Her effort to maintain the