REALITY MANIPULATION?

In Group C's mini arena, Ethan Kent, the talented Mist Magic user from the Pacesetters Academy, stepped forward, his twin daggers glinting faintly under the arena's light. Across from him stood Trent Wayne, a scion of the Blightmore House, with his ominous aura and the unmistakable presence of necromantic energy swirling around him. The tension in the air was palpable as both combatants sized each other up.

From her elevated position, Seraphine Gale announced the match.

Seraphine quickly exclaimed as her voice were sharp and commanding. "Let the duel… begin!"

As soon as the words left her mouth, Trent raised his hand, summoning a wave of skeletal arms clawing their way out of the ground. The air around him grew cold and oppressive, the stench of decay filling the arena. The crowd gasped as grotesque undead warriors materialized, their hollow eyes fixed on Ethan.