But even as bodies fell, others rose. The ones with madness in their eyes, blood soaking their armor, laughter echoing from their throats. They fought harder. With every kill, with every drop of blood spilled, they grew stronger. The smell of death only fueled their frenzy.
At the center of it all, two elite candidates clashed like titans.
One was a towering Knight wielding the Law of Earth, he could use one of it variant, the Gravity, every step causing the ground to quake, pulling his enemies downward with crushing force. His armor was cracked, his skin marred with burns and cuts, but his eyes burned with dominance. His opponent, a female mage, floated just above the battlefield, wings of pure wind spiraling around her. She wielded the Law of the Wind, lightning crackling between her fingers as she sent bolt after bolt toward him through her Storm spell.
