The first move was mine. With a flick of my wrist, I sent the psychokinesis pen flying forward, its path swift and deadly. It sliced through the air, aimed directly at Armandra's heart. But she was fast, faster than I expected. With a sharp movement, she conjured a barrier of shimmering dark magic, deflecting the pen's attack effortlessly.
"You'll have to do better than that," Armandra taunted, her voice smooth and confident.
I watched as Armandra deflected my initial strike with a quick flick of her hand, her dark barrier shimmering briefly before fading into the dense atmosphere. Her smile widened, that same unsettling confidence oozing from her every movement. It was clear she expected this fight to be nothing more than a formality—a momentary amusement before the inevitable collapse of the tower.
But I wasn't here to amuse her.
