The crowd's energy surged as Charlotte's opponent disappeared into the shadows, leaving the ruins quadrant eerily quiet for a moment. Charlotte stood tall, her breathing steady despite the grueling duel. Her composure and precision were a testament to her experience and discipline.
From the stands, Jean smirked, leaning back with an impressed whistle. "She's got the brains and the brawn. That shadowy figure was no joke, but Charlotte handled them like she was reading their moves from a script."
Elara nodded, her eyes still fixed on the battlefield. "She's a master of control, not just of magic but of the flow of combat. It's like she always knows the exact moment to strike."
