The sky of hell seemed to have split in two.
On one side, the icy blue of the Dragon, still roaring its insane fury.
On the other, the incandescent red of the Phoenix, dancing in the air like a living storm of fire and reborn flames.
And in the midst of that sea of embers, stood Sapphire.
Her spear, shrouded in crimson energy, reflected the colossal bird's glow, each movement a flash that streaked the sky. The Phoenix flapped its wings, and each beat was a cataclysm: rivers of fire spread across the firmament, as if trying to set hell itself ablaze.
Sapphire, however, did not retreat.
She advanced, cutting through the air like lightning. Each thrust of her spear split the space before her in incandescent lines. Its eyes glowed with the same intensity as the fire it faced, and the hatred it carried within fueled every attack.
