And when those sparks landed on the nearest statue, fire burst across its body with a crackling roar, illuminating the clearing.
Sorayah's eyes widened in awe, her chest rising and falling as her heart swelled with triumph. Joy flooded through her like a crashing wave. She continued to clang her sword and dagger together, the sound sharp and rhythmic as more sparks flew through the air. Each spark found its mark, setting fire to the other leaf-made statues. One by one, they erupted in flames.
Only when the last statue crumbled into ash did Sorayah sink to the ground, collapsing to her knees with a heavy exhale. Her arms trembled. Her lungs burned. She was drenched in sweat, panting as if she had just run for miles. But through the exhaustion, a smile tugged at the corner of her lips.
"I did it," she whispered to herself between gulps of air. Her voice trembled, thick with disbelief. "I really did it."
