The training ground still hummed with the echoes of the last battle. Elreth and Azalea had returned to the sidelines, both slightly bruised but grinning, their fight fresh in everyone's minds. The air was heavy with lingering heat and the smell of charred sand.
But the next match promised something even more dramatic.
"Lux versus Blake," Adam announced, his voice carrying a spark of excitement.
At once, the tension shifted. Everyone's eyes moved toward the two young men—one shining, the other shadowed.
Lux stepped forward first, his silver hair catching the sunlight, his silver eyes calm and unwavering. He carried himself like the heir of the Leclair family: confident, refined, and disciplined. His aura pulsed faintly around him, threads of radiant light flickering like stars across his form, prana dancing around him.
