Cale charged forward, hints of violet-black flames dancing across his palms as he closed the distance in explosive strides.
Although caught off guard, she was quick to respond in danger.
Scythe vaulted off a moss-covered boulder, a violent burst of black energy launching her skyward. Her descent was meteoric—an attack designed to split skulls.
Cale threw his weight to the side, diving into the mud as her strike shattered an ancient oak tree behind him with a sound like thunder. He scrambled back to his feet, breathing heavily as the crimson dusk cast long shadows across the glade.
She landed gracefully among the roots, her eyes burning with a sinister violet glow.
Even he realized, although she was fighting him while he caught her off guard. Her focus quickly shifted to testing his strength. And the reason was obvious, the new energy different from other newly admitted kids.
For all he knew, they could easily brand him as a spy, or some black magic user or something.
