The crowd roared as Elara and Lyra squared off once more, their respective auras clashing in a dazzling swirl of frost and fire. The arena was a battlefield of extremes, with scorched earth and jagged ice marking the intensity of their duel. Both fighters were battered and bruised, but neither showed any sign of backing down.
Cruzer leaned forward on the bench, his hands gripping the edge tightly as he stared at the screen broadcasting the fight. His heart pounded with every clash of weapons and explosion of elemental power. The sight of Elara holding her ground against Lyra's relentless onslaught filled him with both pride and worry.
"Come on, Elara," he muttered under his breath, his voice thick with tension. "You've got this. Just keep your cool."
