As the shadowy figure disappeared into the ruins, Charlotte lowered her blade, her breathing steady despite the intensity of the duel. She glanced at the massive glyph above her, now dimming as its energy dissipated into the air. For a brief moment, she allowed herself a small smile—one of satisfaction rather than triumph.
The ruins quadrant was hers.
But the battle was far from over. Around her, the chaos of the tournament raged on. The sounds of clashing weapons and spells echoed through the arena, a constant reminder that the competition demanded unrelenting focus.
Charlotte reached for a small vial at her belt, uncorking it and drinking the restorative potion in one swift motion. The liquid coursed through her, mending minor wounds and replenishing her energy reserves. She couldn't afford to falter now—not with the stakes this high.
