Venya and Mariana charged at the same time.
The water dome trembled as two forces of nature collided—crimson dragonfire roaring against divine aqua fury.
Mariana thrust both palms forward—summoning a colossal whirlpool that spun violently around Venya, trying to crush her in a vortex of crushing pressure. The current slammed into Venya's wings, pinning them, dragging her deeper into the maelstrom.
Venya's red eyes flashed.
She opened her mouth—fangs gleaming—and roared.
Not just sound.
Power.
A concentrated beam of dragonfire erupted from her throat—white-hot, laced with raw Veythar mana. It cut through the whirlpool like a plasma blade, boiling the water into a blinding explosion of steam and bubbles. The entire dome shuddered—cracks spiderwebbing across the liquid barrier.
Mariana's eyes widened for the first time.
"Impossible—"
Venya didn't let her finish.
