As Dorothy and Callius stepped into the sparring room, the atmosphere crackled with anticipation.
The room, lined with magical wards to contain the flames, was the perfect battleground for their demonstration of fire magic proficiency.
Dorothy faced Callius with a relaxed but anticipating expression, her eyes reflecting the dual personalities she was known for. The gentle fire and the ruthless ember seemed to flicker within her gaze.
"Show me what you've got, Callius," she said, a flame dancing on her fingertips.
Callius nodded, his focus narrowing on Dorothy.
'I should show sufficient strength.'
In his mind, he was already planning to impress Maisy Humphrey, but aside from her, he was planning to make connections from now on.
'Well, not that I will accept the loss anyway.'
He summoned his own magic, feeling the elemental energy surge within him. The air around them heated up as the flickering flames enveloped their hands.
