Raymond pulled his sword free from the corpse of the fallen tree, his breath steady despite the intensity of the fight. He glanced at the lifeless form of the 'Vine Demon Tree', its severed arms lying limp at its sides, the once-powerful branches now nothing more than broken limbs of a defeated foe.
The forest grew eerily quiet as the tree's remains began to rot, its magic fading into the earth. But just as Raymond lowered his weapon, a familiar sound reached his ears. A chant, growing louder.
Raymond turned swiftly to see Sylph standing fifty meters behind them, her hands raised in the air, eyes glowing with the power of her magic.
"Under the flowing flames, the red flames of rage, the red spirit..." Sylph's voice rang out, her words filled with intense focus.
Raymond's heart quickened. They were in the final stretch. He could feel the heat building, the powerful magic that Sylph was about to unleash.
"Exploding Fireball!"