Tournament Arc: The White Egg (6)

Previously

As Amelia concentrated, her vision blurred slightly, the flames casting a purplish haze over her surroundings. The world seemed to shrink, narrowing down to the fiery vortex she held in her hands. Her muscles tensed, trembling under the strain of maintaining the delicate balance of power.

Amelia's voice, strained yet filled with unwavering determination, broke through the intensity of the moment. "I... can... do... this!" she gritted out between clenched teeth, her words infused with a fierce resolve. The strain on her body and mind was evident, but she refused to succumb to the overwhelming pressure.

Her struggle became all-consuming. The flames seemed to take on a life of their own, writhing and pulsating with an uncontrollable energy. Amelia could feel their fierce heat radiating against her skin, threatening to consume her. Every fiber of her being screamed in protest, but she refused to yield.