Mozrael wiped the blood from her lip and launched forward again, gritting her teeth.
She vanished in a streak of heat, flickering around Lynnor's flanks, trying to catch her off guard with unpredictable patterns. Lynnor's eyes followed smoothly. She lifted her hand.
CRACK!
A gust whipped through the clearing. It wasn't just wind, but a sharpened wall of air, invisible and fast. Mozrael barely crossed her arms in time, blocking it, but the impact sent her skidding across the ground, digging twin trenches behind her heels.
Flames exploded outward in her frustration, melting bark and blackening the air.
"Still burning?" Lynnor raised a brow. "Uh-oh, you're overheating."
Mozrael coughed violently, and her knees buckled for a moment.
No. Not now. She could feel it already—her power gnawing at her body from the inside. The flames fed on her stamina, burning too fast, too hot. Her vision blurred for a second, but she didn't stop.
