"Start!"
Cylien raised her sword, channeling her mana until it pulsed with a vibrant, emerald-green light that engulfed the entire blade. The atmosphere around her grew thick with the potent energy she wielded, her pure and powerful mana seeping into the very air.
Those who had witnessed Cylien's prowess in battle before could immediately sense the change—she was undeniably stronger now, radiating an intensity that dwarfed her previous self. Her mana pulsed rhythmically, sending waves of energy outward as her leaf-green eyes locked onto Alvara. Cylien scrutinized her every move, but Alvara remained still, unmoved, clutching her umbrella with an air of indifferent confidence.
Alvara's gaze was as cold as winter's breath, disdain etched across her features. But Cylien paid no heed to the scornful look. Instead, she used the moment of stillness to her advantage, enveloping her sword with Ruah, the dense green aura thickening like a second skin around the blade.
