In the midst of the training arena, the air crackled with anticipation as a girl with long, ebony hair cascaded down her back in waves, occasionally catching glimmers of light that seemed to dance amidst its dark depths.
Her piercing eyes, a shade of vivid emerald, looked at the girl standing at the other side of the arena.
Her arms were partially covered by fitted bracers, etched with delicate designs that seemed to come alive when her energy flowed through them.
Around her neck, a pendant hung – a small, iridescent crystal suspended from a fine chain, a symbol of her connection to the energies that she harnessed.
Asher looked at the girl named Chaya, a renowned and exceptionally strong female student, with thoughtful eyes.
Her presence alone seemed to command respect, her energy a swirling storm of power. At her side was a bow, its sleek design adorned with intricate engravings that seemed to pulse with their own energy.
