The arena still buzzed with energy, though the clash of flames, water, light, and darkness had ended minutes ago. Students lingered in the stands, chattering loudly about the match, replaying their favorite moments, and speculating wildly about the outcome.
Zann and Leonel sat on the edge of the platform, chests still heaving, sweat plastering hair to their foreheads. Despite the sting of defeat, there was a strange ease between them now, a silent acknowledgment of shared struggle.
Across from them, Aerin leaned casually on her brother's shoulder, twirling a strand of white hair with a grin. "Did you see their faces when we broke through their combo? Priceless."
Auron merely sighed, adjusting his sleeves with practiced calm. "Pointless when you rub it in that way. They'll learn."
"Hey."
The twins looked up. Aranea had crossed the arena, her braid bouncing against her back as she came to stand between the two pairs. Her expression was a mix of awe, pride, and exasperation.
