Amberine stood at the edge of the training arena, her heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and nervous energy. The field was vast, lined with enchanted gear that glinted under the afternoon sun, a stark contrast to the tense silence that had fallen over the crowd.
Elara, standing opposite her, offered a confident smirk, her eyes cold and calculating. The club leader's voice boomed over the arena, breaking the momentary silence. "Remember, you can go all out. The magic gear you're wearing will absorb the damage. It'll glow red to indicate the amount of damage you've taken, and a bright red means you lose."
Amberine nodded, glancing down at the gear that hugged her form, feeling the dormant magic within it humming softly. Despite her primary strength in flame magic, she knew she could not rely on it alone to best Elara, who was a genius known for her calculated, textbook-perfect combat style.
