The massive creature loomed ahead, its fiery form crackling with pent-up energy, finally prepared to unleash its devastating attack.
The Ifrit, having compressed every single ounce of lightning and flames into a seething core, released the assault from its massive hands.
Bolts of electricity intertwined with roaring infernos, hurtling forward like a storm of destruction, scorching the air and leaving trails of ionized heat in their wake.
"Let me help," the White Sphere said, its calm, feminine, childlike voice resonating with a serene confidence that cut through the chaos.
The ego weapon merged seamlessly with the Black Sphere, enhancing the lightning lethality of the Black Sphere in its Mjölnir state.
Sparks danced wildly across the hammer's surface, now infused with a brilliant white radiance that amplified the raw power, making the electricity crackle with even greater intensity and precision.
