As Mira and Zehir continued their dance of death, the mountains around them began to tremble. Snow fell from the peaks, and the earth shook underfoot. The force of their battle was reshaping the very landscape.
Mira could feel her stamina waning as she attacked Zehir with the full might of her body, but she couldn't afford to let it show. With a feral grin, she unleashed a blast of icy energy, creating a wall of ice between her and Zehir.
He snorted, shattering the wall with a single punch. As the ice fragments flew through the air, Mira moved like a shadow, darting between the shards, using them as cover for her next attack.
Zehir's eyes narrowed as he tried to follow her movements, but Mira was too fast. She struck like a viper, her scythe slicing through the air, aiming for Zehir's throat.
