The ever-changing state of the black mass and whiteness has finally subsided, as they both turn into solids. I am still unable to discern what lies beyond because the solid black mass remains foreign to me.
In a stunning city predominantly adorned in white, where angels resided, today was an exceptionally busy day. At the heart of the city stood a colossal circular building with gleaming white walls, its roof open to the heavens. The Colosseum, bustling and overflowing, accommodated a multitude of angels and even a few elementals. This day marked the semifinals of the Contest of Acclaim, a momentous occasion where young participants battled fervently for the esteemed prize of 5,000 gold coins. Amidst the electrifying atmosphere, an angel clashed with a lightning elementalist, with the latter seemingly struggling to keep up in the match.
Perched upon a lavish seat in the Colloseum, Alexia, the Princess of the angels and a contender for the throne, basked in the adoration of the masses. At her side stood X, a figure of her aggravation.
X: "I'm not even surprised that my dear little sister finds solace in the shelter of my guardianship."
Alexia, her voice dripping with disdain, shot back without hesitation.
Alexia: "Oh, how amusing that a mere guard dares to speak such audacious words. Do you not tire of being a bastard?"
X, his grin widening, decided to push her further, fully aware of the sting it would bring.
X: "Ah, it seems the memory of that fateful match, where I humiliated you and left your nose in the dust, still lingers in your thoughts."
Alexia's eyes blazed with fury, her voice lashing out like a whip.
Alexia: "Silence, you wretched bastard! I shall make you my personal pet, a constant reminder of your place. Just you wait and see!"
Inside the ring, the Angel relentlessly pounded the lightning elementalist, employing her dazzling light magic attacks to gradually wear him down. However, an overwhelming surge of cockiness flooded her being, prompting a stream of curses to escape her lips.
Initially appearing unfazed, the elementalist remained composed, seemingly unperturbed by the verbal assault. But when the Angel uttered an insult directed at his father, a switch flipped within him. Suddenly, the atmosphere shifted dramatically as a tidal wave of fury engulfed the elementalist, propelling him to launch an unrelenting barrage against his opponent. The entire arena was jolted into stillness, everyone held captive by the unexpected turn of events.
With the final blow poised to strike the Angel, a jarring twist of fate unfolded. The elementalist's body abruptly gave way, his consciousness slipping away in an instant, leaving the audience and his fallen adversary stunned into silence.
X glared at his sister with disdain, his anger bubbling within him.
X: "You hypocrites! Why don't you openly admit that this tournament is exclusively for angels?"
Alexia responded, her voice laced with a blend of superiority and disdain towards her brother.
Alexia: "That is precisely the reason for your downfall. It appears you haven't changed one bit."
X conceded with a begrudging agreement.
X: "I can't argue with you on that point."
A deafening explosion reverberated through the spectator seats, causing blood and flesh to scatter in all directions. Panic spread among the crowd. Even before anyone had time to think, two larger explosions followed, terrorizing the crowd. Angels unfurled their wings and took flight, while Elementalists banded together and cautiously made their way towards the exit.
In the midst of the chaos, Alexia became enraged as she stood from her seat, but before she could even move, a sword hung across her neck.