The flames rose.
Wild.
Uncontrollable.
They weren't just around her—they were alive. Writhing like serpents of heat and light, twisting, coiling, crawling across the arena as if they had their own intent.
Angel stood at the center. Her hands burned with fire, a fierce, ancient energy she had barely begun to understand. Sparks danced across her fingers. The air shimmered with heat. Her breath came slow, steady, but her pulse pounded like war drums.
Her eyes snapped open.
Red. Molten, glowing red. Eyes burning deeper than anger—something primordial, something unstoppable.
Peter staggered back. "…Angel?"
Elsa didn't move. Her voice was barely a whisper. "…It's happening."
Angel's breathing slowed. Controlled. Calculated. The fire wasn't controlling her. She controlled it.
Her outfit shifted. Dark blue melted into deep crimson red. Her hair flickered, black streaked with fire-red. The flames around her bent and twisted to her will, forming a crown of living fire.
Dr. Louis watched. Calm. Focused. But even he knew the balance had shifted.
Angel lifted her head. "Are you ready?"
A faint smile curved Dr. Louis's lips. "I've been waiting for this."
⚡ In an instant—
Angel raised her hand.
🔥 Fire erupted in a globe, pulsing, alive. She hurled it at him.
💥 Dr. Louis vanished, a shadow in the heat haze. The fireball slammed into the arena wall, sending shards of stone flying.
Angel didn't pause. Another fireball. And another. And another.
🔥🔥🔥
The arena became a furnace. Walls cracked, glowing from the heat. Smoke twisted toward the ceiling. Sparks rained down like molten rain.
Dr. Louis appeared above her, somersaulting midair. He cast a protective shield, glowing silver, deflecting the fireball. "Clever," he muttered, launching a blade of pure energy at her chest.
Angel twisted, letting it sail past. She countered with a whip of flame that wrapped around his leg. He leapt backward, kicking off the wall, fire sizzling where her attack had struck.
Peter covered his eyes. "This… this is insane!"
Elsa's gaze never wavered. "…She's not holding back anymore."
Angel advanced. Every step cracked the stone beneath her. She raised both hands, summoning a towering wall of fire that surged toward Dr. Louis.
He vanished again, leaving scorched air in his wake. But he wasn't just dodging—he struck. Energy blasts rained from every direction, bouncing off the fire around Angel, each collision lighting the arena like miniature suns.
Angel narrowed her eyes. She stomped the ground. Flames spiraled upward from the cracks, forming a spinning inferno around her. She lifted into the air, carried by her own fire, launching a series of rapid, concentrated fire blasts.
Dr. Louis ducked, rolled, and countered with silver shockwaves. The two attacks collided in midair. 🔥⚡💥 The explosion shook the arena so violently that Peter and Elsa were thrown to the floor, choking on smoke.
Angel gritted her teeth. She propelled forward with a burst of flame beneath her feet. The air around her scorched, creating a shockwave. Dr. Louis met her midair. They collided—fists against fire, shield against flame. Sparks erupted, stone cracked, and the arena trembled with the force of their impact.
He tried to push her back. She didn't budge. Instead, the fire around her surged violently, flames shooting out like whips, lashing him from all sides. He countered with a spinning energy blade, slicing through some flames, but the rest coiled around him like serpents.
"Good…" he whispered under his breath. "Finally… a challenge."
Angel's voice rang out, calm but commanding: "Let's end this."
The flames obeyed. They pulled inward, condensing, burning hotter, brighter, almost alive. The arena shook, bricks exploding, smoke billowing.
Peter yelled, staggering backward. "What is she doing?!"
Elsa whispered, awestruck, "…Angel…"
Angel lifted her head. Her eyes locked onto Dr. Louis. She inhaled deeply.
🔥 "Fire… Breath." 🔥
💥 A massive wave of fire burst forward. The heat was unbearable. Walls exploded, stone melted. Smoke twisted into the ceiling like a storm. Dr. Louis dodged again, but barely. The flames licked his heels, forcing him backward across the arena floor.
He countered with a final strike: a concentrated beam of silver energy aimed directly at her heart. Angel's eyes glowed brighter. With a sweep of her hands, the energy hit the fire wall and dissipated in a blinding explosion, sparks raining like fireworks.
Angel didn't stop. She hovered, suspended on her own fire. She launched herself at Dr. Louis, twin fists blazing, fire coiling like snakes around her arms. He blocked with energy shields, but she smashed through them with sheer force, flames wrapping around him.
The arena quaked. The ceiling cracked. Air shimmered with heat. Peter and Elsa had to cling to the floor to avoid being lifted by the shockwaves.
Angel roared. The fire around her pulsed, concentrated into a massive spear of molten flame. She thrust forward. Dr. Louis attempted one last evasive maneuver. But the fire was too fast, too strong, too alive.
💥 The spear struck. The arena shook violently, fire bursting into every corner, consuming all in its path.
And in the middle of it—untouched, unshaken, unstoppable—stood Angel. Her hair flickered red and black, her eyes molten red, her presence dominating the inferno.
The battle wasn't just over fire and power. It was a clash of wills, a storm of chaos, and in the center of it, one truth remained:
Angel was unstoppable.,
Then