The arena roared once more — this time with a mixture of excitement, curiosity, and tension.
“Next match — Ladynne Gan versus Ferua!”
Eryndra stood up immediately. The setting sun glinted off Ladynne Gan’s calm face as she walked steadily into the center of the ring. Ferua was already there, her body shimmering faintly like sunlight on water.
Gan possessed Yami ?30 (light) and Ugora ?30 (defense).
Ferua possessed Yami ?50 and Ugora ?50.
“Ready.”
“Begin!”
Zruuupp!
They vanished at the same time. The arena was flooded with flashes of light and dark gray shadows. Ferua, with her Yami ?50 magic, flew swiftly, her body becoming pure light, unleashing dense light attacks at Ladynne Gan.
But Ladynne, with Yami ?30, matched that speed — dodging, parrying, and countering. Both moved at a speed the human eye couldn't follow, leaving only trails of light and slicing wind in their wake.
Small explosions echoed each time their attacks clashed. Strike after strike, dodge after dodge, they kept shifting positions. The crowd roared, stunned that Ladynne could keep up with a Yami user as powerful as Ferua.
Ferua gave a small smile. “Impressive… but watch this.”
Her body transformed completely into a wave of light, darting from all directions. Ladynne stepped back slightly and activated her magic (Yami ?30). She leaped forward — and the fight turned into a close-range martial duel. Punches, kicks, dodges, and parries exchanged at lightning speed.
The battle dragged on — both fighters lightly wounded, breathing heavily, but their eyes still sharp.
Ladynne wore her usual small smile.
She released a surge of yellow-black light.
Ladynne took advantage of the moment when Ferua tried to launch an attack.
In the blink of an eye, she appeared behind Ferua.
A blast of yellow-black light detonated at close range (Gan-Yami ?51). Ferua was pushed back, her light field fractured, and Ladynne followed up with a clean punch to the chest.
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Ferua was thrown backward.
The referee quickly raised a hand.
“Match over — winner: Ladynne Gan!”
The arena erupted in cheers, louder and more thunderous — for Ladynne had not just won, but broken the dominance of a powerful Yami user.
Eryndra smiled widely. “She did it.”
Ferua slowly got up, smiling. “Amazing. I lost.”
Ladynne simply nodded, her smile never fading.
The main stadium thundered with cheers, magical blasts, and an aura that filled the air. Thousands had gathered, eagerly awaiting the match between the most formidable young mages — Qale vs Detura.
Qale wielded Haja ?60 (nullification), Ugora ?60 (defense), and Yami ?1 (light).
Detura wielded Gisara ?100 (gravity), Ugora ?100, and Yami ?1.
Suddenly, the atmosphere shifted. The tournament announcer stood at the center stage, his voice booming through a magical broadcast system.
“Attention, everyone! We welcome the arrival of the WITCH OF 6 WORLDS… Yarantha!”
A regal woman appeared in the royal box.
The battle began. Qale and Detura unleashed their spells — black hole vortexes and gravitational pulses erupted at the center of the arena. Haja and Gisara clashed, the ground trembling under the weight of their power.
But just as all eyes were locked on them, a mysterious figure appeared at the edge of the arena — a silhouette like a dark knight, cloaked in a long robe and wide hat hiding most of his face.
He spoke softly, his voice echoing across the stadium:
“Yolaqen.”
Without further explanation, a heavy aura enveloped the surroundings. All high-level mages felt the crushing pressure.
Yolaqen wielded Towa ?150(Tower), Yami ?1, Ugora ?150.
The Witch Queen, Yarantha, immediately descended into the field to face Yolaqen directly. She raised her hand, summoning her personal spellbook — an ancient tome.
Yarantha wielded Yami ?150 (light), Qeura ?150 (wind), Omen ?150 (water), Hiken ?150 (fire), Entein ?150(lightning), Gisara ?150 (gravity). Ugora ?150
Their battle began. Two transcendent forces collided, tearing space and time apart around them. Every breath, every movement — could shatter the entire stadium into nothingness.
The sky turned dark.
Unfathomable magical waves consumed the stadium. Yolaqen slowly raised his hand, the air around him violently shaking, as if reality itself was being forced to bow.
Yarantha didn’t back down. She summoned her spellbook, adorned with sacred symbols.
The book opened on its own, pages glowing.
A colossal clock formed, its hands frozen, protecting the space around Yarantha from Yolaqen’s overwhelming power.
Yolaqen stretched out his arms.
(Towa ?150) “Raise the Tower.”
Behind him, a gigantic tower rose, piercing the sky.
Yarantha conjured a spear of light and targeted the tower created by Yolaqen. But he shielded it using Ugora ?150 (defense).
A yellow beam (Yami ?150) burst from Yarantha’s hands, obliterating the ground and stadium nearby.
Yolaqen countered with Ugora ?150, protecting the tower.
Magical explosions collided.
Dimensional cracks spread, time and space distorted. Buildings crumbled, the sky split.
Yarantha turned into pure light, accelerating her assault, piercing through the tower — but Yolaqen reinforced it (Ugora ?150), keeping its structure intact.
Now they stood amid total destruction — the stadium was gone, replaced by a collapsing dimensional battlefield.
Their powers were equal.
Qeura ?1:petition AETHEARA/NEITHEARA to transform something into a wind at a level equivalent to ALTARDRA and with the ability to revert it back.
Gisara ?1:petition to AETHEARA/NEITHEARA to transform something into a gravity at a level equivalent to ALTARDRA and with the ability to revert it back.
Omen ?1:petition AETHEARA/NEITHEARA to transform something into a water at a level equivalent to ALTARDRA and with the ability to revert it back.