"Show , then," I said coldly. "Show that you are more than the disgrace everyone believes you to be."
Seraphine's vision blurred as the tears fell freely, pooling down on the side of her face. Her mind raced with mories, each one striking her like a dagger to the heart. She saw her father, the man who had once stood as a paragon of strength, teaching her how to hold a sword, how to defend herself, how to fight with honor. She rembered the laughter of her parents, the warmth of their ho, the pride they carried in the Damascus na.
And then, the sha. Her father's betrayal of the kingdom. The whispers. The cold stares. The life of dignity crumbled into one of disgrace. She and her mother had been left to bear the weight of his sins, condemned to live in the shadow of his actions.
Her brows narrowed in anger, Her tears hit the flower like a stream of water, each drop louder in her mind than the voice of the crowd around her. I was slacking off, she thought, her fists clenching. All this ti, I let their judgnt hold down. I forgot why I started… why I picked up this sword in the first place.
Seraphine gritted her teeth, planting her sword into the ground. With its support, she pushed herself to her feet. The pain in her muscles didn't matter. The sha didn't matter.
Only one thing did—proving that she was not her father's disgrace, but her own legacy.
The crowd erupted into a deafening cheer, their energy surging through the arena like wildfire. The announcer's voice bood with excitent.
"Seraphine… Seraphine Damascus is still in the ga!"
Her tears continued to fall, streaking her face, but her eyes burned with determination. Her brows furrowed in focus, and her grip on her sword was unyielding. She stood straight, her back no longer burdened by the weight of her past.
I watched her, a smile of admiration ca to . "Good," I murmured.
The announcer's voice faltered, his words tinged with hesitation.
"B-but...She… she's still crying…" He stopped as the shift in her presence beca impossible to ignore.
Seraphine's eyes, filled with unyielding resolve, locked on . The tears may have still flowed, but they no longer held sorrow.
"Don't forget why you started," I said, my voice cold yet commanding. "And don't you dare give up now—not after everything what you've been through. Don't forget the hard ti you've been put through."
Her lips parted, and she closed her eyes for a mont, letting my words sink in. When they opened, they shone with a renewed fire. She nodded silently,
—and then it happened.
The air around her shifted, crackling with raw energy. Her aura exploded into a vibrant blue light, wrapping around her like armor. Her body glowed with power, her hair swaying wildly in the sudden surge of energy. The ground beneath her cracked as stone particles lifted into the air, swirling and shattering with its force.
The announcer scread over the noise, his voice barely audible over the crowd's uproar. The Queen leaned forward from her throne, her eyes wide with recognition and excitent.
"Her father… he also…" Her lips curled into a smile as mories of another warrior, another Damascus, filled her mind.
"It's been a while..." Queen murmured, her tone almost nostalgic.
Seraphine wiped the tears from her cheeks, her expression no longer burdened by doubt or fear. She stood tall, her glowing form radiating power. Her sword rested confidently at her side, its blade catching the light of her aura. The air around her pulsed, shattering loose stone particles into dust.
For the first ti, she looked at as an equal—not with fear, nor casually as if we are playing around but with resolve. She didn't need to speak; her determination said it all.
The crowd erupted once more, their roars of approval shaking the arena. I t her gaze, a smirk tugging at the corner of my lips.
"Now, show what you're made of," I said.
I stood still, my eyes fixed on her glowing blue form. Her newfound power radiated confidence and determination, and for the first ti in this fight, she felt like a true opponent.
Seraphine took her stance, her sword held firmly in both hands. Her knees bent slightly, her body leaning forward, ready to spring into action. The vibrant blue aura around her pulsed, flickering like flas eager to consu everything in their path.
"Now, she is ready." I thought.
I smirked, stepping forward and taking my own stance. My black sword glead under the sunset as I raised it in front of , my black aura surging to life, wrapping around like a cloak.
"Show , Seraphine," I said, my voice low but sharp. "Show what that newfound power of yours can do."
Her eyes narrowed, determination burning in their depths. She didn't respond with words but with action.
*Boom*
With a sudden burst of speed, she bent her knees and launched herself forward, closing the gap between us in an instant.
She's faster now, I thought, barely bringing up my sword in ti to block her strike. Her blow was heavy, far heavier than before, forcing to take a step back as the impact reverberated through my arms.
I gritted my teeth and unleashed more of my black aura, letting it coil around like a serpent. She wasn't holding back, and neither could I.
"Yes! That's it!" the announcer shouted, his voice barely audible over the roar of the crowd. "They're fighting on equal terms now!"
The audience erupted in cheers, their voices a thunderous wave of energy that fueled our clash.
"SERA-PHINE!!"
"SERA-PHINE!!"
"SERA-PHINE!!"
"SERA-PHINE!!"
The voices that was chanting my na now taking Seraphine's.
Seraphine didn't let up. She pressed forward, her strikes ca in rapid succession, each one aiming to exploit any opening I might leave.
But I left none. My sword t hers in a series of resounding clashes, the sound of steel on steel echoing across the arena.
"You've improved," I said between blows, my voice calm despite the intensity of our battle. "But you're still too predictable."
Her eyes flashed, and she shifted her stance mid-swing, her blade arcing toward my side. I twisted my body, spread my legs, narrowly avoiding the strike, and countered with a slash aid at her shoulder. She dodged, her newfound speed allowing her to evade my attack with ease.
"I'm not the sa as before," she said, her voice steady despite the strain in her muscles. "I won't fall so easily now."
"Good," I replied, my smirk widening. "Then don't control anything and let it flow in rhythm..."
We clashed again, our auras swirling around us like living entities. Her blue light danced against the darkness of my black aura, the two forces colliding and intertwining with each exchange of blows.
Sparks and waves of energy flew from our swords, the sheer force of our strikes kicking up dust and debris around us.
The crowd was on their feet, their cheers growing louder with every mont. The announcer's voice rose above the chaos. "What a fight! Look at them go! They're evenly matched!"
But that wasn't entirely true. While Seraphine's speed and power had increased, I still held the advantage in experience. I could see it in her movents—she was strong, but she was still adapting to this new strength. Her attacks, while powerful, lacked the precision needed to truly challenge .
"Focus, Seraphine," I said, deflecting her blade and stepping into her guard. I drove my elbow toward her stomach, but she managed to twist away just in ti. "You have the power, but you're wasting it with wild strikes."
Her jaw tightened, and she lunged at again, her sword slicing through the air with deadly intent.
*Thud*
I blocked her attack and retaliated with a kick to her face, the impact sending her stumbling back. She regained her footing quickly, her eyes isn't wavering.
The crowd roared again, their excitent reaching its peak.
"Yes! That's it! Keep going!" the announcer scread, his voice barely containing his own pleasure as he wanted fight to keep going on.
Seraphine charged at once more, her movents more calculated this ti. She struck low, aiming for my legs, but I jumped, avoiding her blade and delivering a spinning kick to her side.
She grunted but didn't falter, using the montum to swing her sword upward in a desperate attempt to catch off guard.
I dodged and countered with a downward slash, forcing her to block. The impact drove her to one knee, but she pushed back, her aura flaring as she forced away.
Our fight continued, an unrelenting exchange of power and skill. We didn't speak, our focus entirely on the battle. The stage around us was barely recognizable anymore. Debris shattered everywhere and the arena crackled with energy.
Despite her strength, I remained a step ahead. I could see the frustration building in her eyes, but I also saw her resolve. She wasn't giving up, not this ti.
I blocked her sword and spun around her, delivering a swift kick to her back. She stumbled forward but recovered quickly, her sword flashing as she swung at again. I deflected her blade and leapt into the air, bringing my foot down in a powerful axe kick that she barely avoided.
*BOOM*
The fight reached its climax when she launched herself at with everything she had, her aura blazing brighter than ever.
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—But I was faster.
Before she could strike, I dropped low, moving like a serpent beneath her blade. Her eyes widened in shock as I surged straight, like vanishing into the black mist.
The wind followed like a tornado and demon smiling straight at her.
*SWOOOOOSH*
The dust began to settle, and the arena fell silent for a mont, the tension thick enough to cut with a blade. Seraphine froze, her hand raised to deliver her next strike, but it was too late. I was already there, faster than her.
My sword stopping just a centitre from her neck.
The silence was broken by the announcer's ecstatic voice. "WHAT A FIGHT!!! This has to be the best fight of this tournant!"
The crowd erupted in a deafening cheer, their excitent shaking the very foundation of the arena. Seraphine lowered her sword slowly, her chest heaving as she stared at with wide eyes. She wasn't defeated, not in spirit, but she knew the fight was over.
I stepped back, lowering my sword and offering her a nod of respect. "Well done," I said, my voice calm but firm. "You've proven yourself today, Seraphine."
Her aura began to fade, the blue light dissipating as she straightened up, exhaustion evident on her face. But there was a fire in her eyes, a promise that this was only the beginning.
The crowd continued to cheer, their voices a thunderous wave of approval. The announcer's voice bood once more, capturing the energy of the mont. "Ladies and gentlen, what a performance! A clash of titans, a battle to rember! This is what the tournant is all about!"
And with that I saw Seraphine isn't responding. Her eyes fading its colour and with a thud* her body fell on the ground going unconscious and her sword fell along with her.
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