Conclusion 2

Ember, startled by the sudden turn of events whirled around, her fiery hair whipping through the air like a comet's tail. Fury and grime painted her face, contorted even further as she saw Xue Long writhing on the ground. A fleeting flicker of something akin to fear crossed her eyes, but it was quickly extinguished by the cold fire of survival.

"You dare!" she screamed, her voice hoarse from exertion. Her fiery aura, once a dazzling display of power, now sputtered and died, leaving behind a faint orange glow around her outstretched hands. Disarmed and weakened, Ember was a caged tiger, her fangs dulled.

Atticus, however, remained a storm. He regarded her with a chilling detachment, his own body a monument to raw power. The enchantments that had dampened his abilities were shackles cast aside. Now, his skin seemed to shimmer with an unseen resilience, as if his very flesh had become enchanted armor.

Fen Yifan, ever the pragmatist, saw this transformation and acted quickly. With a we