He is too strong

As the rebel leader's words hung heavy in the air, I felt a surge of determination coursing through my veins. The time for hesitation was over; it was time to confront the source of the darkness head-on.

With a firm nod to Zephara, I stepped forward, my heart pounding in my chest but my resolve unyielding. "We'll take down this demon together," I declared, my voice steady despite the nerves threatening to consume me.

Zephara gave me a reassuring smile, her eyes filled with unwavering confidence. "That's the spirit, Leora," she said, her voice a soothing balm to my frayed nerves. "We've faced worse odds before, and we've always come out on top."

Drawing upon the strength of her words, I focused my mind, channeling the raw power of my fire and water magic. Flames danced along my fingertips, their warmth a comforting presence against the encroaching darkness. Beside me, Zephara's purple fire crackled with an intensity that mirrored my own determination.