With a surge of frustration, after all his attacks couldn't even leave a hit on his opponent, Richard gathered all his strength and unleashed his most powerful technique. His blade ignited in a torrent of scarlet flames, and he leaped into the air, aiming to bring down the full force. The arena blazed with heat as his final strike descended.
But at that moment, Rafaela closed her eyes. With a serene expression, she raised her staff high, and from its crystal burst a radiant beam of holy light. The light met the Swordsmaster's flames in midair, not with the force of opposition, but with the gentle embrace of balance. The fire was consumed by the light, not extinguished, but transformed, turning into harmless tiny embers that floated softly to the ground.
The crowd fell silent, mesmerized by the spectacle.
