The steam still hung thick over the arena, swirling in ghostly tendrils. The crowd murmured, buzzing with anticipation, none daring to blink in case they missed what came next.
Then it happened.
From the haze, Leonel surged forward first, water lashing like a serpent in his wake. At the same time, Zann's flames cut through the mist from behind, forming a wall of fire that drove the twins straight into Leonel's trap.
The audience gasped.
Aerin and Auron stumbled back, their formation breaking as Leonel's water snaked toward them. Zann clenched his fists, pouring more heat into the air, corralling them with sudden precision.
"They're pushing them!" Beau shouted, jumping to his feet.
Aleck's eyes widened. "Their attacks aren't clashing this time… they're combining."
Elenea grinned, leaning forward. "Finally."
Aranea pressed her hands together against her lips, her eyes bright. "They're… actually working together."
