Mavi breathed heavily, her eyes fixed on Lacus. The runic markings that glowed around her began to transform again, expanding like invisible chains that snaked across the ground. "If the wind cannot be stopped," Mavi said, her voice thick with defiance, "then let's see how it handles the Runic Order."
Lacus arched an eyebrow, still enveloped by her turbulent aura. "Order is a nice word, but it's just that. Words."
Mavi didn't respond. She raised her hands, and the runic chains rose from the ground, intertwining in the air and forming a dome around the two of them. The runes glowed brightly, creating a barrier of energy that sealed off the space around them.
"This is my Arena of Order," Mavi declared. "In here, your techniques will not have the same freedom."
Lacus felt the air around her grow denser, as if resisting her every movement. The wind that had once flowed freely now seemed restricted, forced to follow specific paths defined by runic energy.
