The flame mage, seizing the opportune moment, hurled a concentrated ball of pure flame towards the still-disoriented lightning mage. The fire engulfed her, but instead of causing further harm, it blazed intensely for a moment before subsiding, leaving behind a wisp of smoke. The heat had effectively burned away the lingering toxins from Ikenga's mist, and the lightning mage gasped, her head clearing.
Standing tall once more, her eyes locked onto Ikenga with a burning fury that matched the lingering scent of ozone and burnt petals. Ikenga, in response, let out a quiet sigh as the iron axe in his hand crumbled into dust, the magical transmutation fading with the shift in his focus. A palpable increase in his aura sent a ripple of tension through the gathered mages, putting them further on guard.
