With a defiant glare, Bane gritted his teeth, refusing to let his pride crumble. The inferiority in his flas only seed to stoke his anger, fueling him to retaliate. Channeling his mana, he unleashed a powerful, azure fire spell, its flas roaring like a blazing inferno, sending waves of heat across the platform.
"I don't think this will be considered as a warm up for "
But Guinevere stood unfazed, her eyes cold and steady. With a casual wave of her hand, she summoned her own flas—a simple red fire, one she barely considered worth her focus. Yet, as her flas collided with Bane's, the impact was imdiate and devastating. Her red flas devoured his blue fire, swallowing it whole and erupting in a surge of searing heat. The air crackled with intensity as her flas surged forward, engulfing Bane and leaving a trail of scorched ground in their wake.
Boom! Boom!
The onlookers gasped in astonishnt. The raw power in what Guinevere viewed as a basic spell outmatched Bane's best, setting him ablaze in monts. Panicked, Bane stumbled back, frantically attempting to douse the fire clinging to his robes. Sylvester watched, his expression caught sowhere between shock and awe, as he signaled for Bane to withdraw if he needed, but Bane's pride wouldn't let him.
'How dare she disrespect in such manner?' Bane eventually thought with a maddened look on his face as he glare furiously at Guinevere
But Guinevere's flas continued to dance around him, each flicker reminding everyone present of the stark difference in their abilities. She gave Bane a look, both apathetic and unyielding. "Still think you're a match for , Bane?" she called, her tone laced with calm authority, echoing the truth he didn't want to admit.
"You will pay dearly for underestimating "
In one desperate, defiant move, Bane gritted his teeth and activated his hidden trump card—the Fla Body Constitution. In an instant, his flas shifted from deep royal blue to a blinding, vibrant green. The flas pulsed with a raw, unrestrained power, radiating an intense heat that made the very air waver.
Up in the clouds, Vice Chancellor Reeves and the other academy pillars leaned forward, wide-eyed with shock. General Cao's brows furrowed as he muttered, "An elental constitution… I haven't seen anyone awaken one in years."
Even Morris, standing among the top students, felt the surge in Bane's flas, which danced with a force few could control. His own attunent to elental power allowed him to sense the strength flowing through Bane, and he clenched his fists, quietly intrigued yet surprised by the intensity of Guinevere's adversary.
But on the platform, Guinevere's expression shifted. She could sense Bane's resolve now, his intent burning through the flas that engulfed him. And for the first ti in this duel, she acknowledged him as a worthy opponent.
"Fine, Bane," she said, a hint of steel in her voice. "If you want to take you seriously, I'll oblige." She raised her hand, summoning the Lehavot fla to her fingertips. Her flas flared to life, each hue—red, blue, and a glint of gold—responding to her call.
As Guinevere summoned the Lehavot, her flas ignited with a life of their own, casting an ethereal glow across the entire platform. Every fla in the area—from the torches lining the arena to the flickering embers scattered from previous duels—imdiately gravitated toward her, pulled in by her command. The crowd erupted in awe and disbelief as flas bent to her will, defying their very nature to converge around her.
'No!! I refuse to yield!!'
Even Bane's once-defiant green flas quivered, rebelling against his control as if yearning to join Guinevere's all-consuming fire. He gritted his teeth, fighting against the invisible force, and narrowed his eyes with renewed determination. Summoning all his remaining strength, he cast a powerful fire spell, flas erupting and spiraling toward Guinevere with blazing intensity.
But as the spell neared her, sothing extraordinary happened. Instead of colliding, the flas twisted, as if chard, spiraling into the Lehavot's embrace. The spell vanished, devoured by her fla as if it had never existed.
The crowd gasped, stunned into silence, and even the Vice Chancellor's face turned grim with awe. General Cao let out a low, admiring murmur, "This… is the true strength of the Lehavot."
Bane staggered back, disbelief flickering in his eyes. For the first ti, he sensed the true gulf between them. And Guinevere, her eyes blazing with the Lehavot's radiance, stood undaunted, the embodint of fla itself.
After the Lehavot's blaze had left its searing mark on the platform, Bane finally let his shoulders sag, the dejected look on his face speaking louder than any words. He extinguished his green flas with a slow, reluctant motion, watching as Guinevere did the sa with her ethereal flas. The arena fell into an expectant silence, all eyes fixed on Sylvester, who cleared his throat before announcing Guinevere the victor.
As Guinevere turned to leave, she paused, glancing back at Bane with a resolute gaze. "Power isn't just strength," she said, her voice both soft and unyielding. "It's also purpose. My brother knew that well—and he lived for sothing greater than himself. But since he's gone, you've done nothing but scramble to fill a void without considering what he stood for."
Her words struck deep, leaving Bane rooted in place as if her flas had left him scorched once more. The weight of her statent settled on him, a haunting echo of all he'd done in his friend's absence. Faces flashed through his mind—friends he'd disregarded, rivals he'd trampled, all to reclaim a status that suddenly felt hollow.
'What have I beco?'
As Guinevere descended from the platform, Bane remained frozen, a revelation dawning over him. He'd lost sight of who he once was, blinded by pride and a need to prove himself. But in that mont, he suddenly clenched his fists as he vowed silently to make ands, to rebuild and honor the legacy of the friend he had betrayed in his desperation.
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