Ellie's POV
Smoke curled through the broken chamber, thick and sour.
The floor still glowed with thin orange cracks from the last round of fighting, but now everything was silent,too silent.
The final battle between Fiona and Ellie raged like a storm.
Ellie’s arms ached, every breath sharp in her chest. Fiona’s dark magic pressed harder and harder until it felt like the floor itself would swallow her whole.
A shape shifted inside the haze.
Fiona stepped out, her black cloak dragging over the shattered stone. Her eyes were sharp like ice.
“You think a flicker of old blood makes you my equal?” she said, her voice low and hard.
I tightened my grip on the glowing dagger. My hands trembled, but I kept it steady.
“I don’t need to be your equal,” I said. “I just need to stop you.”
Her
