[Day 2 of the Tournament – Quarter-Finals]
[Location: The Arena Floor]
The world was white. And cold.
Elena stumbled, her boots skidding on the damp stone. She couldn't tell up from down.
The Domain of the Silver Mist was disorienting, stripping away her depth perception and muffling the roar of the crowd into a dull, underwater hum.
She felt like she was drowning on dry land.
WHOOSH.
An ice spear flew out of the void.
Elena threw herself to the right. The spear sliced through the air where her head had been a second ago, shattering against the floor. Shards of ice peppered her legs, stinging like needles.
"Dancing in the dark, Princess?" Elise's voice drifted through the fog, echoing from everywhere at once. "You look clumsy. Like a rat in a maze."
Elena gritted her teeth. She raised her left hand, abandoning her Light magic for a moment.
'If I cannot see through the mist,' Elena thought, desperation clawing at her chest,
'I just need to push harder.'
