The air in the Sparkforge Enclave training hall was electric, and not just because it housed the elite lightning students. Rows of students lined the perimeter of the arena, their silver uniforms gleaming faintly under the magical lanterns that illuminated the space. At the center of it all, two figures stood on a raised stage, the tension between them thick enough to cut with a blade.
Chase and Hampton faced each other, their expressions a study in contrast. Hampton's smirk radiated confidence, his broad shoulders loose as he casually rolled his neck. Chase, on the other hand, stood still, his body relaxed but his eyes sharp, studying every subtle movement of his opponent.
The elder overseeing the session, Stormray, stood at the edge of the platform. His silver robe fluttered slightly as he raised a hand. "This is a test of physical prowess and combat skill," his voice boomed, cutting through the chatter. "No magic. Just fists, strategy, and endurance. Begin!"
