BOOOOOM!
An explosion echoed—nothing unusual in this tournant—but this ti, even the sorcerers in Eryx watched with interest as one contestant put on an impressive performance. Enjoy exclusive content from My Virtual Library Empire
She soared through the air, feathers flying around her, controlled with a precision, bending and shifting mid-flight.
These feathers were coated with a special spell, making them harder than tal without adding weight, making them fast and deadly.
SWOOOOSH!
SWOOOOSH!
SWOOOOSH!
More attacks rained down as the sorcerer who had stunned everyone with her control hovered in the sky, exuding absolute confidence in her abilities. It was none other than Talira.
Her opponent, a boarkin, was quickly cornered and forced to retreat into a do made of earth.
He tried to fight back, hurling huge boulders and rugged spikes through the air, but due to his position, the accuracy of his attacks suffered by a lot.
On the other hand, Talira remained in complete control of the situation, the gravity aiding her in building montum for her attacks.
Judging by the cracks forming in the do, it was only a matter of ti before the boarkin was overwheld.
This was a one-sided fight, but it wasn't just the overwhelming nature of her performance that stood out—it was the sheer superiority of her spell.
The feathers and wind moved around her as if she were one with them. Plus, the confident smile on her face only added to her allure, captivating the spectators, who couldn't help but be srized by her beauty.
"Ti to end this," She raised both hands, and her feathers began to orbit around her, spinning faster and faster until they resembled whirling blades.
The humming sound echoed, and just hearing it made everyone associate it with words like sharp and deadly.
"Aerial Lash," she chanted.
SWOOOOSH!
The spinning blades shot downward, cutting through earth and rock as if they were butter, tearing apart everything in their path.
The boarkin stood his ground, desperation in his eyes as he braced for the inevitable.
With a roar, he activated his trump card, his body turning to steel in an attempt to withstand the oncoming assault.
But the mont the spinning blades made contact, his body was sliced to pieces with no sign of resistance at all.
Legs, arms, shoulders, torso, and head hit the ground, one after another with sickening thuds.
CLAP!
CLAP!
CLAP!
The crowd erupted into applause, cheering for her as she beca an instant favorite.
The n, especially, were captivated by her charismatic smile, unable to hide their admiration.
She gave the spectators a curt nod before flying back to her area.
THUD
Landing on the ground, she was quickly greeted by Kira and the others.
It was their turn soon, and everyone was eager to showcase their skills.
Even if they didn't win, as long as they perford really well, they could still be recruited by Eryx and spend the next decade honing their abilities for the next tournant.
The next fight began imdiately after the facilitators removed the boarkin's body and used spells to flatten the arena, restoring the land to its original state.
It was finally the girls' turn. While they all won, none of them displayed the sa overwhelming dominance as Talira showed.
Still, their performances were comndable.
And just like that, the first part of the tournant ca to an end.
The next fight wouldn't take place for another three hours, giving the winners so ti to rest—especially since the seeded participants would be fighting in the next round.
One could even say that the first part was just the appetizer; the main course would be the fight between the seeded fighters.
For now, all the participants were led to a massive hall.
The place was well decorated, with a high ceiling covered in detailed patterns that reflected the golden light from a huge chandelier hanging in the center.
Lavish platters of food covered every table, offering a feast of roasted ats, delicately prepared pastries, and colorful salads.
Bottles of wine and glasses filled with ruby-red liquid sparkled under the chandelier's light.
It didn't feel like a competition at all—more like a social party.
Asher found a table in the corner where he and Lucia could sit.
He was hoping to find so peace and quiet, but then a group of people with goat horns walked up to them.
"Lucia, co with us. We need to talk," commanded a middle-aged man with short, slicked red hair and piercing eyes.
"Father!" Lucia instinctively stood up, her lips and body trembling as painful mories of the suffering she had endured because of him resurfaced.
"Sit down. You don't need to follow him." Asher interjected.
Her father's eyes narrowed in annoyance, but he didn't lash out. He knew better than to create a scene here that would damaged his reputation.
"Pardon , Sorcerer Asher, I only wish to speak with my daughter."
"If you want to talk to her, then you can do it here," Asher responded, his tone showing no sign of backing out.
Lucia's father and other relatives was really pissed off at her.
They were accustod to being respected, but he didn't even give them the courtesy of recognition.
"Sorcerer Asher, you may have earned the favor of the Arcane Sage, but that doesn't give you the right to disrespect us. Please, give us so face,"
Asher shook his head. "And since when have I disrespected you? Like I said, if you want to talk to her, then talk here."
The tension in the air grew heavier, and she could feel the weight of her father's disapproval pressing down on her.
But for the first ti in a long while, she felt a strange sense of relief. Asher had drawn a clear line, and in doing so, had given her a voice that her family had long ignored.
"There's nothing to talk about. You already cut off from the family."
"Lucia! You can't speak to Father like that!" a young man with the sa red hair and eyes, along with a pair of horns, spoked up.
"She can make her own decisions," Asher interjected after sensing her hesitation.
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