Elvira's eyes sharpened.
She poured more mana into the magic circle and forced the elements to spiral faster.
Storm gritted his jaw as he felt himself being pushed back.
His storm raged against Elvira's magic in a direct struggle for dominance.
The battlefield trembled under the force of their clash, but the balance started to shift.
Elvira was not finished.
She had been holding back, observing, and learning.
Every second that passed, she adapted and adjusted her approach.
Now, with the information she had gathered, she was ready to push further.
She was a regressor.
If she had been at her peak, wiping out this Ravager would have taken only a few spells.
The magic circle beneath her expanded.
Its glowing symbols multiplied and twisted into a more complex, shifting pattern.
The air around her grew dense and heavy with raw mana.
Even the walls of the fortress trembled.
