The atmosphere in the quiet room changed immediately. One moment, everything was calm, and the next, it became hostile and tense. Elara, her face bright red from anger and jealousy, stormed toward Lyra without saying a word. With a loud and fierce cry, she started hitting Lyra. Her fists came down hard on Lyra’s soft skin.
Lyra, taken by surprise, tried her best to block the blows. Her eyes were wide with fear and disbelief. She couldn’t understand why Elara was so angry with her. In that moment of panic, when she felt like she had no other choice, Lyra's magic surged forth, and a fireball erupted from her hand. The glowing ball of flame shot out fast and straight. Elara, barely able to react in time, managed to dodge it just in the nick of time. However, the heat from the flames scorche
