Hiro, his feet falling into a steady rhythm, walked through the corridors of the stadium, his mind racing with different possibilities. He knew he would have to face the dragon again, in the realm of his vision. But how would he challenge, how was he going to tame this ancient being into merging with him without killing his soul? These were the thoughts that ran through Hiro's mind as he made his way towards the training arena.
As Hiro came closer to the arena, the sounds of clashing blades and shouts of exertion grew louder with each step, Hiro, his step confident despite the doubts that lingered in his mind, continued to make his way to the training arena, the sounds of battle and clash of metal ringing out in the distance.
As he neared, the scene before him unfolded like a chaotic tapestry of movement and sound, the soldiers of the Vanguard legion as named by Cryn engaged in a frenzy of training, their bodies a blur of motion as they honed their skills and the powers. Hiro, his eyes taking in the spectacle before him, was suddenly transfixed by one soldier in particular, a fierce-looking man with a shock of black hair.
As the soldier crouched low to the ground, his muscles coiled with tension. Hiro felt the air around him change, the very sky seeming to darken and crackle with static. In a flash, the soldier leaped into the air, his body bathed in a nimbus of flickering, jagged light. Lightning arced around him, the sky alive, with electricity as he drew back his arms, his fist crackling with power. The soldier, the movement a blur of motion, unleashed the lightning in a blinding surge of energy, the bolt of electricity tearing through the air with a deafening roar.
The soldier's training partner, his eyes full with confidence, reacted with split-second reflexes, his body seeming to blur and then vanish from sight, only to reappear a few feet away, the lightning striking the ground where he had stood only moments before. The arena, still reverberating with the echoes of the lightning's roar, was alive with the murmurs and shouts of the other soldiers, their eyes fixed on the spectacle of the battle before them.
The lightning wielder, his eyes burning with fierce determination, struck again, his body seeming to crackle with energy as he unleashed another bolt, the lightning's jagged path darting toward the teleporter, who once again blinked out of existence only to reappear, his body a blur of motion, as he avoided the attack.
The two soldiers, now locked in a frenzied dance of lightning and teleportation, moved with impossible speed and grace, the clash of their powers shaking the very earth beneath them. The lightning-wielder, undeterred, increased the intensity of his attack, unleashing a torrent of lightning in a furious, sustained assault, the air around him charged with static and ozone.
His opponent, ducking and dodging with every blink of teleportation, his body flickering in and out of existence, fought back with an equally ferocious defense, his powers pushing the limits of their boundaries. The clash of their power lit up the arena like a storm, the air alive with energy, and the shouts of the other soldiers fading into the background as they watched in awe.
As the battle intensified, the teleporter's movement became more frenzied, his face contorting into a mask of feral fury as the dark aura enveloped him, his eyes seeming to glow with malevolent glee. With each blink of teleportation, he appeared to multiply, his form flickering and shifting into a dozen, then a hundred identical forms, all of them unleashing a rain of blades, the knives glinting in the air as they arced toward the lightning wielder.
In the face of the teleporter's attack, the lightning-wielder made a decision that surprised even the other soldiers in the arena. With a powerful, downward stroke of his arms, he summoned a bolt of lightning so intense and so concentrated that it crackled through the air, striking the earth in a blinding flash of light, a pillar of plasma erupting from the ground in a deafening explosion of energy.
As the lightning pillar dissipated, the two soldiers, now aware of the danger posed by their opponent's powers, abandoned their distance and charged at each other in a reckless blur of motion.
The lightning-wielder, his arms outstretched, sent a shockwave of electricity through the air, while the teleporter, his body flickering in and out of existence, tore through the air with a dozen shimmering clones. The lightning-wielder, sensing an opening in the teleporter's attack, unleashed a powerful burst of kinetic energy, catching the teleporter off guard and sending him flying through the air like a ragdoll, the force of the blow enough to leave him stunned and gasping for air.
The teleporter, his lips twisted into a fiendish grin, winked out of existence, only to reappear behind the lightning-wielder, his body now wreathed in shadows, his gaze filled with malignant intent. With a feral roar, he thrust a shadowy dagger toward the lightning-wielder, his attack coming so fast that even the watching soldiers could barely register its movement.
The lightning-wielder, his senses sharpened to a razor's edge, seemed to anticipate the attack, throwing himself into a backward roll, his body crackling with electricity as he unleashed a bolt of lightning from his outstretched hand. The teleporter, surprised by his opponent's sudden maneuver, narrowly avoided the strike, the lightning arcing harmlessly into the air as the two warriors circled each other, the arena alive with the tension of their battle.
The two soldiers charged at each other once more, their legs kicking the dust into the air, as the dust kicked up by their frenzied movements engulfed the arena, the two, their bodies moving with the deadly grace of predators, clashed in a burst of light and shadows, the deafening sound of their powers echoing through the air.
The watching soldiers, their eyes squinting against the dust, could only make out fleeting glimpses of the battle, the shockwave of energy that erupted from their conflict sending them stumbling backward, their feet barely keeping them upright as the earth shook beneath them.