She saw a wide-eyed guy smiling like a crazy person. He wore a black robe and a hood over his head.
'Who is this? Did some people enter later?' Viena's brows furrowed.
[You have been challenged. Proceeding to the duel ring in three seconds.]
'Huh? He challenged me? Fine.'
Both of them were frozen as the duel initiated.
"Hey, let's have some fun inside." The guy licked his lips.
"Trash," Viena coldly uttered.
Both of them vanished.
The duel ring solidified on the jagged peak, a circle of pale runes locking them in. The wind screamed through the heights, carrying with it the metallic scent of molten stone already seeping from Tutalin's body.
He grinned, teeth too sharp in the firelight. "I'll melt you down nice and slow."
Viena's eyes narrowed. Her hands opened, and luminous threads of light laced with twisting wooden tendrils spread around her, forming a living lattice.
