Wanda and Gracela stood up, both panting, but their eyes burning with determination.
The hall, still impregnated with the electricity and magic of the previous techniques, looked more like a battlefield than a meeting place.
The tapestries were scorched, and the glow of the chandeliers mixed with the greenish-blue light emanating from the combatants.
Wanda took a deep breath, feeling the weight of her sword vibrate in her hands. Her body was exhausted, but her mind was focused. She knew she couldn't afford to let her guard down. Gracela, the Sword Monarch, was a formidable opponent, and her next move would be decisive.
"Are you ready for the next round?" Gracela asked, her voice laden with a mixture of weariness and respect.
"More than ever," replied Wanda, with a defiant smile. She felt Victor's gaze on her, a source of silent strength that encouraged her to continue.
