"Begin!"
The air was thick with tension as Celia faced Leon Tilanaz in the center of the arena.
The crowd, buzzing with anticipation, fell into a hushed silence as the final word dropped out of Professor Falis' mouth and the duel commenced.
Celia, glowing with the golden aura of her Draganov and Golden Demon rituals, seemed poised and confident, her posture aggressive yet controlled.
Leon, ever the enigmatic contender, stood relaxed but ready, grinning like a demon.
His Wild Gate tattoo shimmered slightly under his loose fighting robe. The smirk on his face hinted at his confidence, but there was a sharpness in his eyes that suggested he was intending something more sinister.
As soon as the word begin echoed throughout the air, Celia wasted no time. She surged forward, her movements enhanced by the Draganov power almost instantly.
A look of fear momentarily crossed Leon's face at her sheer amount of ritual energy as she took her form.
