The Attempt

The winds swirled violently around the training grounds as tension crackled between the three figures. Medas stood firmly in front of Morvane, his body taut with readiness. Levan's armor gleamed under the faint rays of the blocked sun, his presence cold and unyielding.

"This is your last chance, Medas," Levan warned, his voice a steely echo. "Step aside, and I will spare you."

Medas's lips curled into a defiant smirk. "You'll have to tear me down first."

Levan's eyes narrowed. Without another word, he lunged forward, his blade materializing in a flash of shimmering energy. The ground beneath him cracked as he shot toward Medas like a lightning bolt.

Medas met the charge with a telekinetic wave, the sheer force sending debris flying in all directions. The two collided, their powers clashing with a deafening explosion that shook the training grounds.