Seraphina vs. Horizon – The Final Duel  

And yet—Seraphina still stood strong.

 

Her golden aura flared.

 

Even against overwhelming odds, she wasn't going down without a fight.

 

She raised her sword, golden flames licking the blade.

 

"Come then," she said, her voice firm. "Let's finish this."

Horizon smirked.

 

"Gladly."

 

The battlefield erupted once more.

 

The battlefield had become a frozen wasteland, the once-scorched ground now covered in an unforgiving layer of ice. Frost clung to every surface, glittering under the arena lights like a treacherous, beautiful trap. Every breath came out as mist, the air biting cold, sharp enough to sting the lungs of those who still stood.

 

Seraphina's golden armor flickered, the radiant light dimming slightly under the effects of the freezing air. She took a slow breath, steadying herself, her fingers tightening around the hilt of her Celestial Blade.