The next match was between Azalea and Khione, the elven princess herself stepping forward, bow already in hand, her green eyes shining with excitement. She had asked to fight Khione directly, and the white-haired maiden had accepted without hesitation.
The two moved onto the grand stage. Unlike the smaller dueling circles, this arena was a vast expanse of stone and shimmering barrier, strengthened with powerful regenerative wards to withstand even the fiercest Law-clashes. The air itself seemed to grow sharper, tingling with prana as if the space anticipated the storm to come.
A fight between a mage and a knight.
Khione held a wand carved from deep-blue crystal, faint frost dripping from its tip. Opposite her, Azalea raised her long elven bow, its emerald frame humming with the breath of the forest. Both women stood tall, one calm and statuesque like an eternal glacier, the other vibrant and wild like a rushing gale.
