The witches charged straight at the enemy forces, their bodies brimming with magic as they closed in on the lizard men. The battlefield stretched out before them, a chaotic landscape of swirling dust and splintered trees, a testament to the ongoing clash of magical might.
With a resounding clash, they each released their energy to the air, their spells manifesting as brilliant, shimmering bursts of light that cut through the murky haze of battle. Each witch stood as a formidable force, their movements a dance of power and precision, weaving spells that cascaded like cascades of starlight.
Meanwhile, Lilith stood with Ethan, holding him in her embrace. Her eyes bore a deadly intensity, a reflection of her determination to protect him. The very air around them seemed charged with anticipation, as if it held its breath, aware of the imminent danger.