Lizaaria's face contorted in a raw display of anger and disbelief. Her usually composed façade was replaced with pure fury. Veins on her neck throbbed visibly, and her deep red aura intensified, pulsing erratically like a raging storm. "Blasphemy!" she spat out, her voice echoing in a guttural growl.
"How dare you mock the divine gift bestowed upon me?!" The air around her seemed to shimmer and crackle as her essence surged, tendrils of her red energy snaking out around her in an ominous display. The ground beneath her began to tremble, and the air grew stiflingly hot, a testament to the sheer force of the power she wielded.
Caden, maintaining his levitated position, remained calm, but his eyes bore into hers with unwavering determination. Elara, sensing the escalating tension, began channeling her own essence, a soft blue glow surrounding her, ready to step in if needed.