As the air crackled with energy, the two combatants faced off with unwavering resolve. Ethan and Andriel stood in the heart of the battlefield, a clear divide forming between them: one embodying the eternal grace of the moon, the other harnessing the raw power of both the Earth and his mind.
Andriel's pale silver eyes glinted as she sized him up. Her aura pulsed like the light of a thousand moons, a radiant force that bent the very light around her. Ethan's golden-blue aura flickered, his Psychic powers quietly humming beneath his skin as he prepared for the next exchange. He wasn't about to let her make the first move.
"You still believe you can win?" Andriel taunted, her voice lilting like the wind. "You will soon realize that the moon's light outshines your paltry efforts."
Ethan's lips curled into a defiant smirk. "The moon may shine, but the Earth stands firm."
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