So close, yet so far.
No matter. She knew what would get his attention.
“He has done it!” She
sang, circling around a demon and taking his breath.
“It is finished!” She
swept around the others.
“He has done it!” She
was gaining attention, but not his.
“Death is beaten!” And
just like that she had his attention.
She dodged the first attack, the heat of it passing
burning her.
Get closer. She
thought, and arched over another fiery beam.
Demons cleared the
way, or died.
In His rage saw only her.
She smiled, almost there, almost close enough...
She didn’t see it coming.
“Heaven beckons
me...” whispered over the battle field, as magic poured free, sacrifice
accepted.
The skies opened.
The winds howled.
Ice grew.
Like the largest Blizzaja they had ever since, ice
formed, spiked out and formed again, whirling through the Demonic army.
Diamond dust formed, the air suddenly too cold to breath
as Demons froze from the inside and shattered in dust.
The allied forces watched in disbelief as a single spell
seemed to destroy thousands of the enemy.
The wind picked up the fragments, glittering in all colours,
a brief cyclone of magic.
And it was over.
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