JACK OF ALL WEAPONS

The tension in the Northern Wind Spire Coliseum was palpable as Kaelen stepped into the mini-arena for his next duel. His opponent, Reeves Hollis from the Dawning of Magic Academy, was already waiting, his sword gleaming in the faint light as tendrils of mist magic danced around him. Reeves was a tall, lean swordsman with a sharp gaze that exuded confidence, and the air around him carried a subtle chill from his magic.

Kaelen tightened his grip on his sword, his expression calm yet focused. He could already sense the power Reeves held—not just as a swordsman, but as a skilled wielder of mist magic, a type of magic that could disorient and obscure vision.

As the supervisor signaled the start of the duel, Reeves wasted no time. With a flick of his wrist, a thick mist enveloped the arena, obscuring Kaelen's vision and muffling the sound of the roaring crowd.

"You rely too much on your eyes, Kaelen. Let's see how you fare in the unknown."