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The cold air entered my lungs; I felt cold, as if the temperature suddenly dropped. When exhaling, I could even see the smoke coming out of my mouth. All of this was because of one person.

My sister, standing elegantly with her blue sword, looked directly at . Her eyes beca sharper, and her pupils were identical to those of a dragon. Her presence, her aura, everything was so majestic, demanding respect and submission. It was incredibly captivating, like a flower with delicate petals that always require attention.

The horns on her head marked a significant difference; they represented the power and emblem of the dragon family, instilling fear and desperation in their enemies.

I felt as if my heart was increasing its pulsations; my blood was rushing through my veins at a rapid pace. Removing my hands from my ribs, I positioned myself again, entirely focused, looking at my sister... but she disappeared. By instinct, I moved my hand to the left without taking my eyes off her.

Clang!

A trendous impact force sent flying, and I felt my hands breaking. Breathing with difficulty, I sorsaulted backward, only to find myself facing my sister again. Quickly defending myself, I counterattacked her with my own sword.

Clang!

Sparks flew from the swords; they hadn't broken because they were surrounded by aura. I felt my hands getting numb; the strength my sister possessed was simply brute.

My skin tingled, and my instincts activated. I observed my sister again, looking directly into her eyes. My blood heated up, my body too, and my pulsations accelerated again. Sothing was happening to ; it wasn't the sa feeling every ti I saw her; it was different this ti.

Losing sight of her, I felt a kick in my stomach, sending backward, spitting blood. I grabbed my sword tightly. I can't lose; if I win, I'll have, at least, a minimal chance against a rank 4 creature. I can't lose here; I can't give up now.

Breathing deeply, I perford my footwork to attack again....

**Pov Emily**

Activating my bloodline, my hair and eyes always changed color. A pair of blue horns grew on my head. I rember the mont I awakened my bloodline; Clear, almost crystalline ice ford around . Then it took the shape of an egg. I felt so protected and at peace; My blood flowed through my body too fast and my body heated up. Still, I never felt uncomfortable or painful; Everything was very soothing, and I felt at peace.

Right now, in front of my brother, many things were going through my head: what he did, how he treated , and how he pushed aside. I resent him; he hurt .

But I also felt my head in chaos; even though I hit him with all my strength, he never let go of the sword. The bones in his hands are broken; I'm sure of it. I did it on purpose so he would drop the sword and end this duel. His eyes still show determination and a will to win; every ti I see his eyes, my blood heats up, craving sothing. It's as if he's waiting for a reaction.

I clear my mind of useless thoughts; during a battle, you always have to keep your mind focused on your opponent. Moving my legs, I concentrate behind his back and move my mana to my feet. To activate my footwork, I don't need to observe the place I want to go.

Putting force into my right hand, I make a cut from above.

Clang!

I watch as his feet move to avoid my sword; his footwork is three stars. Since the duel began, I focused on his movents and reaction tis. Quickly, again with my footwork, reappearing to his right, I connect my sword to his arm, making a fairly deep cut. Seeing crimson blood flowing from his wound, my bloodline becos anxious again. Shaking my head, I defend myself from his attack; I can feel his strength decreasing more and more.

Deciding it's ti to end this encounter, I brace myself to attack again, but... my bloodline goes haywire. I glance at my brother, and my pupils dilate as I see his snow-white hair morphing into jet-black strands, matching the color of his eyes: one red, the other black, both staring directly at .

But as I look at my brother, he disappears and reappears in front of , staring at intently.

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