Face Off 4

The battlefield steamed beneath the torn sky, the scorched terrain still pulsing from the aftermath of the phoenix's wrath. Molten cracks glowed faintly beneath the shattered soil, and stray cinders floated like haunted stars in the mist. No one spoke.

But everyone moved.

Five remained.

Ashen. Layla. Rayne. Rin. Nyx.

And the war was not over.

Layla tightened her grip on her twin sabers. Her breath came shallow, but her gaze never wavered. She looked across the field where Rayne stood like a looming monolith, his tattered cloak fluttering in the breeze stirred by his own magic. His glaive glinted in the fading light, blood and wind weaving around him in silence.

"You know it ends here," Layla said.

Rayne's eyes narrowed. "Then let's finish it."

In an instant, the two blurred into motion—twin streaks of silver and blue colliding in the heart of the battlefield.

Steel rang like thunder.