Elara Vs Aria

The next morning arrived with an eerie stillness. The pre-dawn hours carried a quiet intensity, a stark contrast to the raucous celebrations of the previous night. Cruzer sat on the edge of his bed, strapping his gauntlets into place. His greatsword, the Abyssal Shardblade, rested nearby, its dark surface reflecting the dim morning light filtering through the window.

Elara was already up, stretching lightly by the window. She wore a loose training outfit, her usual armor set neatly arranged on the table beside her. Her crimson hair cascaded over her shoulders as she exhaled slowly, eyes fixed on the city skyline.

"Sleep well?" Cruzer asked, adjusting his gear.

Elara smirked over her shoulder. "Well enough. You?"

"Same." Cruzer stood up, rolling his shoulders. "Today's the real deal."

Elara nodded, a sharp glint in her eyes. "We made it this far. No point in holding back now."