Hell was splitting into two opposing forces.
On one side, the eternal fire of the Phoenix, burning as if the sun itself had fallen from the sky.
On the other, the glacial cold of the Blue Dragon, a frozen breath capable of extinguishing all life.
And between them stood Sapphire and Stella.
Both panted, their bodies scarred by flames and ice, but neither of their eyes betrayed any surrender. On the contrary: there was a dangerous, almost playful spark in each gaze.
The battle resumed with violence.
The Phoenix plunged into a flaming spiral, its wings igniting everything in its path. Stella raised her arms, summoning gusts of cutting wind that crashed into the flames. The clash created an incandescent storm, fire and wind intertwined in uncontrollable chaos.
