The fight that followed did not merely continue; it escalated into something primal, a grinding war of attrition that stretched the very fabric of the corridor.
This was no longer a series of exchanges; it was a continuous, overlapping storm of violence where magic and steel became indistinguishable from one another.
Valentina became a living conduit for the arcane. Her grimoire screamed as she maintained a relentless barrage of multi-elemental spellwork, each incantation overlapping the last.
FWOOSH! CRACKLE! SHHHH!
Fireballs spiraled through air frozen solid by frost lances, creating a chaotic weather system of destruction that forced Xerollion to constantly shift his magical defenses.
Beneath this celestial chaos, Morwenna moved like a shadow given lethal intent. She flowed between the explosive bursts of magic, using the momentary blindness caused by Valentina's flashes to close the distance, landing precise, vicious strikes that sought every gap in his guard.
