Nox stood over Elisa's unconscious form, a faint wisp of black smoke dissipating from his fingertip.
Serian ran onto the training ground, kneeling beside her sister. "Elisa! Are you alright?"
Mela followed, stopping a few feet away. She just stared at Nox. 'He didn't even use his full power. He just… played with her.'
Vexia walked calmly into the arena, her expression unreadable. She glanced at her fallen sister, then fixed her gaze on Nox.
Elisa groaned, her eyes fluttering open. She sat up, rubbing the back of her head. "What… what happened? The last thing I remember was my Supernova…" She looked at her own hands, then at Nox. "Did I win?"
"You lost," Nox stated, dismissing the last of the void armor from his skin. "You're my training dummy for a week. And princess," he looked over at Serian, "you owe me dinner."
Elisa's face turned red. "What?! Impossible! I used my final art! No one can just block that!"
"I didn't block it. I ate it." Nox shrugged. "It was a little spicy."
