After Eltreth and Azalea's match, Nero and Khione took the stage. They exchanged a knowing smile. She raised her small wand, her white hair dancing in the wind as the temperature began to plummet, coating the ground in frost.
Nero unsheathed his sword and took his stance. It was Lux who gave the signal.
"Begin!"
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Golden lightning crackled to life around Nero's body. With a sharp crack of displaced air, he used Flash Step and vanished.
The reaction from their friends was instantaneous and profound. A collective gasp tore through the onlookers. Their minds, conditioned by a lifetime of understanding that a person could wield only one Primal Law, struggled to process the sight. Fire was his domain. This was something else entirely—something sharp, pure, and terrifyingly fast.
Lux's jaw went slack, his silver eyes wide with utter disbelief. Adam stared, his usual gruff composure shattered, his brain refusing to accept the evidence before his eyes.
