"Why fight in the dark," Sylens said, parrying another blow, "when we were born to fight through it?"
Kairn smirked, pushing harder. "Then prove it!"
Their auras flared violently, each collision shaking the dueling platform.
Maxwell appeared beside him in a flash, his blade joining Sylens' for a synchronized strike. Together they forced Kairn back.
Amanda's whip cracked again, pulling away the last of his defenders. Lia's arrow followed, landing perfectly between his feet, pinning the last shadow sigil to the ground.
The entire arena flashed white.
When the light faded, Kairn stood frozen, his aura breaking apart. He let out a short breath, then smiled faintly. "Looks like you've already mastered what most take years to learn."
The referee sigil pulsed. Victory—Team Magnus.
Silence hung for just a moment—then the arena exploded with cheers.
