There was a momentary silence after their warm up.
The tension between them was already a living thing.
On one side of the stone platform, Elreth stood tall, her crimson hair flowing like a banner of war, flame coiling in lazy spirals around her spear. Her stance was low, forward-leaning — a predator ready to pounce.
Opposite her, Khione's pale figure radiated a ghostly chill, her long white hair drifting with the breeze of her own frozen domain. Her wand, shimmered faintly, already drawing in the moisture in the air.
They locked eyes.
She's faster than last time. Khione narrowed her gaze. If I give her the opening, her flames will overwhelm me before I can freeze them.
'She's holding back her domain… interesting.' Elreth smirked.'Trying to keep me guessing?
Too bad, Khione — I'll burn right through it.'
Wind rushed between them — a false wind, born from their conflicting temperatures colliding. The stone under their feet cracked as their prana surged to its peak.
