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Chapter 29 - Scion vs Luke

Eve stood outside the medical chamber, explaining the impending fight to Priscilla. The older woman's eyes widened with concern as she listened to the plan.

"Why on earth is Luke getting involved in a fight in his condition?" Priscilla asked, her voice laced with worry.

Eve hesitated for a moment, choosing her words carefully. "Scion wants Luke to join the academy, and this is his way of persuading him."

Priscilla's piercing eyes bore into Eve's, her mind already calculating the implications. This situation presented an opportunity to showcase the future of the Everhart family and to expand their influence and strength. With a soft nod, she decided to support the plan, her mind already envisioning the arena she would create.

Inside Priscilla's thoughts, she summoned the immense power of her abilities, combining it with a delicate control of electricity. It was an intricate technique, one honed over the years, creating an arena in a matter of moments. The structure was remarkable, its walls composed of crackling electric energy. She had extended her capabilities beyond that of a traditional Electric Mystic Master, something that held immense potential for their family.

Eve, meanwhile, was astounded by Priscilla's abilities. The arena she had created was a testament to her power. The thought ran through her mind, estimating that her strength could very well rival a Mystic Grandmaster. It was a display of mystic prowess that left Eve in awe.

Back outside the medical chamber, Luke and Scion made their way to the impromptu arena, the grandeur and intricacy of its creation taking them by surprise. Scion, in particular, was baffled by Priscilla's capabilities.

"Luke, how can she do this? Her abilities are like yours," Scion inquired.

Luke took a moment to consider, his voice tinged with a hint of pride. "Abilities are inherited based on bloodlines, environment, and sometimes, just plain luck. My sister, she's just exceptionally strong. It's what makes her Priscilla Everhart."

As they entered the electric arena, Scion realized something else. The walls, composed of pure electricity, didn't seem to harm him, a clear testament to Priscilla's control and restraint. It was a stark reminder of the sheer gap in their abilities.

Scion was a bit bummed out that he can't fight Luke at his full strength. Luke's injured state was a harrowing sight. His body, marked by the brutal battle, displayed the toll of the conflict. A fracture in his arm had left it immobilized, rendering his mobility limited. Bruises, both dark and discoloured, adorned his chest and limbs, painful reminders of the relentless blows he had endured. His face bore the traces of pain, a testament to the vicious skirmish. Despite his determination, his movements were strained, every action an effort against the pain coursing through him. His eyes, once gleaming with vigour, now harboured the fatigue of a warrior who had pushed himself to the brink. The injuries were a testament to his unyielding resolve, showcasing the price he was willing to pay in the pursuit of his ideals.

Eve, now inside the arena, counted them down with a stern expression. Her voice was unwavering, and her eyes held a glint of anticipation. "Three... Two... One... Begin," she declared, her words reverberating in the electric enclosure.

As the countdown concluded, the atmosphere in the arena shifted. The hum of electricity intensified, and the air crackled with anticipation. Scion and Luke stood ready, their gazes locked in fierce determination, both acutely aware of the significance of this duel.

For them, this fight was not merely a physical showdown; it was a demonstration of their convictions, their shared journey, and their bond as friends. The electric charges in the arena mirrored the sparks of potential within each of them, waiting to be ignited.

With the word "Begin," the arena came alive, the electrifying battle of Luke and Scion now fully unleashed, as they sought to prove their mettle, both to each other and to themselves.

The fight unfolded with an intensity that seemed to transcend the confines of the mystic arena. Luke, despite his injuries, displayed unwavering determination. His every movement was a testament to the relentless pursuit of victory. Relying on the inherent speed of his electric abilities, he moved like a streak of lightning, his blows delivered with a precision that spoke of years of training.

Every punch he threw crackled with raw power, an electrifying dance that melded lightning and fluid movement. The air sizzled with each strike, leaving afterimages in its wake. Scion could barely keep up with the onslaught of electric attacks, and he knew that this was far from a casual spar.

On the opposite side, Scion harnessed his Solar powers to create a protective barrier. This luminous shield, composed of pure solar energy, encased him, reducing the damage from Luke's relentless attacks. Each impact sent ripples of radiant energy across the barrier, a testament to its defensive capabilities.

The battle was a true clash of elemental forces, electric charges crackling against the radiant wall of the Solar barrier. The audience, consisting of Priscilla and Eve, watched with bated breath, the outcome of the battle hanging in the balance.

For thirty seconds, Scion stood his ground, taking the relentless barrage of blows. Every strike from Luke was met with an unyielding defence, the pain of each impact etched on Scion's face. He knew this was a test of not just their strength but their resolve.

Amid the excruciating physical pain, Scion's thoughts were filled with the weight of the situation. This fight was a means to a greater end, an opportunity to convey the value of joining the academy. Scion was fighting not only to prove his worth as a fighter but to highlight the importance of enhancing their abilities, diving deeper into the mysteries of mysticism, and becoming a force to be reckoned with.

As the seconds ticked by, Luke's relentless barrage continued. But then, as if spurred by the growing determination in Scion's eyes, the tide of the battle shifted. Scion saw a brief opening, a moment when Luke's guard wavered.

With a surge of Solar power, Scion concentrated it into a condensed sphere of radiant energy, forming a Solar bullet. With an explosive release of energy, he sent the projectile hurtling toward Luke. The sudden attack caught him off-guard, and the Solar bullet closed the distance between them with startling speed.

In that heart-stopping moment, the outcome hung in the balance. The Solar bullet was inches from striking its target when Luke, displaying his incredible reflexes, summoned a surge of electric power. With a swift, lightning-infused movement, he twisted his body, narrowly avoiding the Solar bullet's direct hit.

The scorching heat of the near miss singed his arm, leaving a faint mark of the attack. It was a demonstration of Luke's skill and adaptability, even in his weakened state. Eve watched in awe as the electrifying duel continued, neither combatant willing to yield.

The intense, breathless seconds following the near hit were replaced with a renewed vigour in Luke. The fire of competition burned brightly within him as he recognized the progress Scion had made in his abilities. The challenge only spurred him on, and their fight resumed with even more fervour.

Their movements within the arena displayed their unwavering dedication to their chosen path and the profound bond of friendship that propelled them forward. Each strike and counter, every dodge and parry, was a testament to their shared journey and the vision they held for their future as Mystic Masters.

As they clashed, Scion couldn't help but contemplate the significance of this fight. It was more than a mere test of strength; it was a test of willpower, of the bonds they shared, and the future they were striving for. Each strike, each dodge, was a step toward a greater understanding of themselves and the world of mysticism.

Luke, despite his injuries, was relentless in his pursuit of victory. He had always been a fighter, someone who pushed the boundaries of what was possible. This fight was a testament to his indomitable spirit, and his refusal to back down, no matter the odds.

On the other side, Scion was determined to prove that they could overcome any obstacle together. His Solar abilities had grown stronger, and he was learning to control and harness his powers with precision. The near miss with the Solar bullet had been a demonstration of his growing capabilities.

The fight continued, each moment more intense than the last. The electric arena crackled with energy, casting an otherworldly glow on the fighters as they moved with incredible speed and grace. Every move they made was a calculated decision, a testament to their skills and determination.

As they battled, a sense of camaraderie enveloped them, a shared understanding of the path they were walking. Their friendship was forged in the crucible of challenges, and this fight was a symbol of their unwavering bond.

Yet the fight had just started...