“Every fiber of my being,” Gwyneira’s eyes glowed bright blue as her powers intensified.
“Let’s turn it up a notch!” Brontes shouted.
With each surge of energy we poured into the tempest, it grew more potent, more relentless, becoming an unstoppable force that defied the laws of nature.
“How is this possible?” Obsidia snarled with disgust.
The winds howled in concert with our combined might, and I could see the fear in Obsidia’s eyes as she realized the extent of our strength. She had underestimated us, and now she would pay the price.
“I think it’s time we finished this,” Brontes smirked at us with a gleam in his eye.
Gwyneira and I nodded at each other.
“Let’s do it,” I said.
Brontes’s eyes locked on Obsidia. “NOW!” he roared.
And together, we unleashed a supernova of elemental fury, magnifying our powers beyond anything we could achieve alone, that shook the heavens. The sky split with a deafening roar, echoing across dimensions as the unstoppable maelstrom surged forth, seeking to engulf Obsidia completely.
Violet and ebony streaks of lightning flew from her palms, forming a protective dome over herself to defend against the tempest we created. The Black Rose Brooch pinned to Obsidia’s chest flared to life in a gruesome luminescence. Tendrils of Chaos Magic snaked from the brooch to strengthen her shield.
“You think your little parlor tricks will stop me?” she mocked. “You aren’t powerful enough to summon the Storm of Fire and Ice!”
The maelstrom of lightning, sparking embers and icy shards swirling within, bombarded her barrier. Despite her best efforts, the cyclone grew closer as it slowly consumed her shield.
“It’s over, witch!” Brontes declared. “Surrender now or be destroyed!”
“Give up!” I yelled over the deafening roar of the storm. “It’s over!”
“Never!” she vehemently bellowed, her face twisting in fatigue, her eyes blazing with defiance. “It’s my destiny to rule the realm with Brontes!”
“Then this is your end!” Gwyneira’s eyes flashed with ice-cold rage, her normally gentle voice as hard as steel.
With that, we pushed the Storm of Fire and Ice into the black barrier, ready to deliver the final blow.
The Black Rose Brooch throbbed eerily in tandem with Obsidia’s cosmic powers as she summoned more Chaos Magic to add to bolster the shield’s strength.
But our vortex advanced forward, waves of Combined Enchanted power peeling away each layer of her sinister defenses.
“Don’t let up!” Brontes growled through gritted teeth, his arms outstretched as if he were physically thrusting the storm toward Obsidia. “Keep pushing!”
“Got it!” Gwyneira shouted beside me, her pale blue eyes reflecting the violent ballet of fire, ice, and storm.
“I’m pushing!” I called back, my heart pounding wildly in my chest. My body ached from the strain of sustaining such immense power, but I refused to falter. Not when we were so close to victory.
“We’re almost there!” Brontes urged, his eyes locked on Obsidia as she struggled against the elemental onslaught.
Suddenly, Obsidia’s protective dome exploded in a brilliant flash of purple and black light . . . and then it was gone.
“NOOOOO!” she screamed with pain and disbelief.
For a fraction of a second, I saw her standing tall, her head held high and eyes burning with hatred. The Black Rose Brooch was now dull and lifeless, having lost the Chaos Magic that once fueled it.
With a final primal roar, the full force of the Storm of Fire and Ice lunged at Obsidia, sweeping her up in wrathful waves of fire, ice, and lightning. Her eyes widened in terror, but there was no escape. She thrashed and flailed like a rag doll in its punishing grasp.
“Argh!” Her shrill screams echoed but soon faded, lost in the deafening crack of lightning and roar of flames, as the onslaught of elemental fury engulfed her like a ravenous star.
A poignant void of silence stretched across the vastness of space, punctuating the end of the elemental fury. The Storm of Fire and Ice gradually dissipated, the ghosts of our combined powers echoing in the void left behind.