Across from each other in the Thorne room, Reia and Na'mer engaged in a fierce battle of wits and skills. The atmosphere crackled with tension, the space around them seemingly shrinking as they circled each other like predators sizing up their prey. Na'mer's mind worked overtime, strategizing, and analyzing every move, while Reia taunted him with a mixture of amusement and defiance.
Na'mer's every move was calculated, each step a step toward victory. He relied on his enhancer-type magic, his speed allowing him to close the distance between them in the blink of an eye. His strikes were precise, meant to exploit any opening he could find. But he knew better than to underestimate Reia, especially after their earlier exchange.
