The arena lit up once more. Two new names were announced:
"Ferua versus Majiri!"
This time, the cheers were mixed with murmurs of curiosity. Two high-element magic users were about to face off—light magic and fire magic.
Ferua appeared clad in black armor, her white hair glowing faintly, and her body radiating a calm aura—almost ethereal, like light itself. A sword gleamed in her hand.
Ferua possesses Yami ?50 (light) and Ugora ?50 (defense) magic.
Hijiri, on the other hand, stepped in wearing dark combat attire fitted with defensive magical gear and fiery gauntlets, while a sword of light magic rested in his left hand. Flames flared with every step he took, and a confident grin stretched across his face.
Hijiri possesses Hiken ?49 (fire), Ugora ?49 (defense), and Yami ?1 (light).
Hiken ?1: Petition AETHEARA/NEITHEARA to transform something into fire at a level equal to ALTARDRA and revert it.
“Ready!”
“Begin!”
Hijiri vanished in a blink, like a flash of light.
In an instant, he was behind Ferua, flame bursting from his fists.
A blast of fire surged toward her—but it only struck… a shimmer.
Ferua’s body vanished, and instead, a blinding flash of white light exploded where she had stood. Hijiri squinted—fatal mistake.
Ferua’s voice echoed from above. She floated midair, her body now shining like a small sun. She dove like an arrow, unleashing a wave of concentrated light from her staff at Hijiri.
Hijiri dodged sideways, countering with a punch that summoned a massive fire gust, forcing Ferua back.
The battle continued in high-speed bursts—Hijiri repeatedly vanishing and reappearing, raining fire from all directions. But Ferua kept adapting, shifting her body into beams of light, completely avoiding the attacks.
“One last chance...” Hijiri muttered. He clenched both fists—fire surged across his entire body. He was ready to unleash everything in a final strike.
Ferua closed her eyes. The light around her intensified.
“Refract Expanse (Yami ?50)”
A blinding wave of light burst from Ferua—not as a direct attack, but as a refractive field that bent light and energy throughout the arena. Hijiri’s fire attacks lost their direction, diverted harmlessly aside—and before he could grasp what had happened—
Zzzzrrruuuu!
Ferua appeared right before him, her body like a spear of light, gently touching his chest with the tip of her staff.
Hijiri collapsed, his body only slightly scorched—a loss without serious injury.
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"Winner: Ferua!"
The crowd erupted in cheers once again.
In the stands, Eryndra spoke, "A high-tier light magic user… truly remarkable."
Gam remained calmly seated. The light from Ferua still reflected in his eyes, but his gentle smile never faded. He was waiting for his turn—and something within him now... was ready.
Then, two more names were called—and the arena suddenly fell silent.
A duel between warriors of the same kingdom: Gira and Qale of the Kingdom of Erueqe.
A battle between users of nullification and defense magic begins!
Qale possesses Haja ?59 (erasure), Ugora ?59 (defense), and Yami ?1 (light).
Gira possesses Haja ?59, Ugora ?59, and Yami ?1.
The cheers weren't as loud as before, but awed whispers filled the air. Two mages capable of nullifying and defending at high levels were facing off. This wasn’t a battle of speed or elements—this was a test of willpower and absolute endurance.
Gira emerged from the west gate. Short silver hair, clad in pale ivory armor. On his shoulder gleamed the crest of Erueqe—a blue circle fused with a shattered shield. His magical vessel: a necklace with a black gem.
Qale entered from the east. Pale blue hair, sharp eyes on a calm face. He wore a long dark robe etched with glowing neural patterns. His magical vessel was a tattoo bearing the Erueqe emblem on his right palm.
They stared at one another. No animosity—only focus.
“Ready.”
“Begin!”
In an instant, both raised their hands.
“Erueqe!”
“Erueqe!”
Two massive, transparent circular fields surrounded each of them—barriers nearly impenetrable.
Qale advanced quickly. A beam of light projected from his hand toward Gira’s barrier. It wasn’t destructive—it was erasing. Gira calmly raised his necklace and—
Shhhhh.
His field absorbed Qale’s attack completely.
Gira countered with a dark blue light arrow, hurling it at Qale. Qale sidestepped and raised his own Ugora shield. The arrow dissipated silently.
Minutes passed—they didn’t strike without reason. This wasn’t a fast-paced duel—it was a game of tactics and discipline. Who would flinch, who would misstep, who would fail to hold their ground when the time came?
Suddenly, Qale shifted tactics—he drew back his Haja field and stepped into open space. Gira saw an opening and fired two arrows straight at Qale’s chest.
But just before they struck—
A small nullification shield formed directly over his heart—just enough to absorb both projectiles at the last moment. Now Qale was in close.
A palm strike—right to Gira’s chest.
A small burst sounded—Gira’s shield cracked at a single point. But he didn’t fall—he quickly retreated, clutching his chest, restoring the field.
Time dragged on. Neither could bring the other down.
But then—Qale began to change.
Sweat beaded on his brow, but in his eyes... a new gleam emerged. He clenched his palm, and a voice echoed in his heart:
“I must win this and claim the prize—for my village.”
Suddenly, light swirled around the tattoo on his hand. The arena trembled slightly—and cracks of light split the sky above.
Qale opened his eyes slowly—then raised his hand.
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Qale now possesses Haja ?60, Ugora ?60, and Yami ?1.|
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A silent yet overwhelming force burst out. A new barrier appeared—larger, more intricate, and… unlike any before. It didn’t just nullify attacks—it nullified the very possibility of attack.
Gira tried launching an arrow—but the moment it neared Qale, it vanished.
Gira’s eyes widened. “This magic… it’s on another level.”
Qale simply smiled, gathered light in his palm, and fired it toward Gira—shattering his armor.
The arena fell silent for a moment, before the referee, voice trembling, declared:
“Match over. Victory to Qale.”
"You've surpassed me, Qale. I'm proud of you," said Gira.
Qale embraced his friend, thanking him in return.
Cheers erupted. Not just for the win, but for the official emergence of a high-tier nullification and defense mage before the eyes of the entire arena.
Eryndra sat back, exhaling. “He broke through his limit… incredible.”
From the corner of the stands, Gan still smiled… bowing his head slightly, as if paying respect to a warrior who had fought with sincerity.
