The next day, the Trial Grounds felt heavier. The second round had begun, and the atmosphere sizzled with expectation. Only the strongest remained now, and the magical barriers around the arena were reinforced with thick runes, glowing in pulsing light.
The field had shifted overnight—now a broken valley with uneven terrain, jagged cliffs, and pools of energy scattered throughout. The perfect place for chaos.
Lyra stepped forward once more, her eyes scanning the rocky ridges of her new battlefield. Her opponent was a girl known for manipulating gravity spells—an unusual and formidable match-up.
As the bell rang, Lyra summoned a great feline beast—a spectral lion roaring into existence. The moment gravity shifted around her, she dropped to her knees—but instead of yielding, she clenched her jaw and activated her light magic. A flash of light lit the whole arena and her opponent was on the ground.
The crowd erupted.
"Winner—Lyra Ellenvale!"
She stumbled back, panting. That had been close.
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Rhydan's match looked more like a demolition zone. His opponent—a shield bearer with high defense—stood tall behind a fortress of magic.
Rhydan didn't care.
He raised both hands and brought them crashing down. A wave of explosive force cracked the field in two. The audience shielded their eyes from the dust and rubble.
The barrier around the arena trembled as Rhydan unleashed his ability to destroy constructs. Magic or not, the shield shattered like glass.
"Winner—Rhydan Valehart!"
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Kael walked onto a field bathed in moonlight, the arena dimmed specifically for his match. His opponent was agile—able to become invisible using light reflection.
But Kael? He was born of shadows.
He stood still for a moment, then let the darkness swirl around him like ink in water. "I don't need to see you to end this," he said coolly.
He vanished into the dark—and reappeared behind his enemy, binding them in tendrils of shadow before they even realized.
"Winner- Kael Vireon!"
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Valric faced off against a dual-blade wielder who relied on speed and deception. The battle was fast—blades flashing, water streaming through the air.
Valric adapted, shifting from offense to defense, weaving waves to slow the other fighter's movements. Then he twisted the moisture in the air to form jagged ice and launched them in a storm.
His opponent couldn't dodge them all.
"Winner—Valric Drakonis!"
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Auren's match was a spectacle.
His challenger tried to trap him in a maze of crystal barriers, aiming to reflect his fire back at him. But Auren didn't play defense.
He slammed his foot down, summoning a fire-dragon from the pit of the arena. The beast tore through the crystal maze and surged forward.
A single, earth-shaking roar ended the fight.
"Winner—Auren Drakonis!"
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The third round was even fiercer. Each of the five boys and Lyra faced new, stronger opponents. Iris Elowen breezed through with flawless wind manipulation, elegant and deadly. She danced on air, blades of compressed wind slicing through her enemies.
Another girl, Zira Emberlyn, with power over sound and pressure waves, destroyed her challengers by disorienting them until they collapsed.
Leonel Vaess, the charming senior from the ball, crushed his opponents with raw force—earth magic enhanced by strength spells. A formidable contender.
But Celeste? She remained on the sidelines, watching, her lips drawn in a quiet line.
Her parents sat in the audience—smiling politely, though their eyes were cold.
She could've been up there.
She should've.
But no one knew what fate had in store.