I am a slave in another world but my master does not desire me Manhua

Elara stood before the swirling vortex of darkness, her heart pounding with a mix of fear and determination. She knew that this battle would be unlike any she had faced before, but she also knew that she couldn't back down. As the first tendrils of the dark force reached out towards her, she closed her eyes and focused, drawing upon the vast well of power that lay dormant within her. With a cry that echoed through the realm, Elara unleashed a torrent of fire and lightning, pushing back the darkness and forcing it to retreat. The ground shook beneath her feet as she summoned vines to entangle the malevolent force, buying precious seconds to formulate her next move. Each spell she cast was a symphony of raw magic, a testament to her skill and determination. Through the chaos and destruction, Elara caught a glimpse of Theo watching from a safe distance, his eyes wide with awe and disbelief. For the first time, she saw a flicker of recognition in his gaze, a spark of understanding that illuminated the depths of his soul. In that moment, she knew that she had finally earned his respect, not as a slave, but as an equal. As the final wave of darkness crashed against her defenses, Elara felt a surge of power unlike anything she had ever experienced. With one last burst of energy, she unleashed a blinding blast of light that obliterated the darkness in a dazzling display of magic. The realm fell silent, the threat vanquished, and Elara stood victorious, her chest heaving with exertion but her spirit soaring with pride. And as Theo approached her, his eyes filled with a newfound respect and admiration, Elara knew that she had succeeded not just in saving the realm, but in proving her worth to herself and to those who had doubted her. In that moment, she understood that true strength comes not from power alone, but from the unwavering belief in oneself and the willingness to fight for what is right.