The atmosphere in the arena crackled with tension as the announcer's booming voice filled the air. "Ladies and gentlemen, prepare yourselves for the final, heart-pounding match of group B! In one corner, we have the formidable Ivel, a powerful mage and swordsman; in the other, the agile and cunning Elenor! Who will claim victory?!"
The crowd roared with excitement, their cheers echoing against the arena walls, creating an electric buzz that intensified the moment. Lirael glanced nervously at Kaelion. "Should we interfere? This could get dangerous!" Her worry was palpable as she looked between the two fighters.
Kaelion shook his head, a firm determination in his expression. "This was bound to happen, Lirael. They need to face each other. Let's let them fight it out."
With that, the match began. Elenor flashed a confident smile, his eyes filled with focus. He unleashed a torrent of wind attacks, sharp gusts slicing through the air. Ivel, however, dodged the strikes with agility and grace, his reflexes honed from countless training sessions.
"Is that all you've got?" Ivel taunted, his voice ringing out over the din of the crowd.
In response, Elenor narrowed his gaze and channeled his earth element, summoning powerful vines from the ground. With a swift motion, they ensnared Ivel, trapping him in place. "Got you now!" Elenor exclaimed triumphantly as he prepared to strike.
Ivel struggled against the vines, the tension in his muscles palpable as he fought for release. Just when he thought all hope was lost, he felt a surge of energy. With one explosive movement, Ivel broke free and unleashed a massive fire spell, engulfing the area in flames. The explosive force of it blew Elenor back, sending him crashing into the arena wall.
But the moment wasn't over. Regaining his footing, Ivel charged forward. He delivered an uppercut that sent Elenor reeling, then followed up with a relentless barrage of punches. Time seemed to slow as the crowd gasped at the ferocity of Ivel's attacks, the hits echoing with urgency.
Elenor retaliated, using his agility to duck and weave around Ivel's strikes. The match transformed into a dance of relentless offense and cunning evasion. Ivel, feeling the adrenaline rush through his veins, summoned his mana for a powerful spell.
"I won't hold back any longer!" he shouted, gathering his energy until a bright light enveloped him. He released it with a thunderous roar, sending a shockwave of energy that detached Elenor from the ground and hurled him backward across the arena.
The announcer's voice erupted in excitement. "And that's it! Ivel claims victory in group B!"
The crowd erupted into wild cheers, echoing throughout the arena as Ivel's name was declared the winner. But he barely registered the applause as he bent over, gasping for breath, the adrenaline fading. The announcer continued, "Ivel advances to the semi-finals alongside Kaelion and Lirael, who also triumphed in their matches!"
The voice clamored on, "And our final match will be a thrilling four-way showdown! The victor will receive not only the honor but the chance to challenge anyone they desire, along with additional rewards!"
As excitement filled the air, the announcer stated there would be some time before the next fight. Ivel made his way to the sidelines, seeking Kaelion and Lirael.
"Any word on Elenor?" Ivel asked, concern etched on his face.
Kaelion shrugged, folding his arms. "He disappeared straight from the medical ward after the match. It's strange…"
Ivel's brow furrowed. "Exactly. Something feels wrong. But let's keep our focus on the match."
Kaelion nodded. "And just so you know, our final opponent is King Cedric's younger son, Lucas. He's the same age as us—another wildcard in the mix."
"Lucas, huh?" Ivel mused, considering the implications.
Curiosity sparked in Kaelion. "But why don't you use your sword, Ivel? You always keep it hidden."
"I want to strengthen my magic," Ivel replied, determination hardening his voice. "And I think if I show Zelfur, it might attract unwanted attention. Best to keep them guessing."
Nodding, Kaelion turned back to the arena, where other competitors were preparing. Lirael sidled up next to them, her expression focused. "We should train while we can. Every moment counts."
United in purpose, the trio began honing their skills together, exchanging strategies and honing their techniques as they prepared for the unpredictable challenge ahead. Ivel practiced intricate fire spells, conjuring flames in various shapes and sizes. Kaelion worked on channeling his wind powers, creating small whirlwinds that swirled around him, and Lirael performed fluid movements as she practiced her elemental magic, shifting between ice and fire with graceful precision. The air around them buzzed with energy, and soon, their surroundings became a veritable battlefield of elemental energies.
"Keep it up, guys! We'll need every ounce of strength and agility we can muster," Ivel encouraged as he unleashed a series of firebolts that ricocheted harmlessly off the arena walls.
Lirael grinned as she dodged a gust of wind from Kaelion's side. "We're getting stronger with every second. We can do this!"
Their training continued until the announcer's voice resonated again through the arena: "Ladies and gentlemen, it's time for the final match! Get ready for a four-way battle like you've never seen before!"
The three fighters gathered in the center of the arena while the crowd roared in anticipation, a sea of vibrant colors and excitement. Each competitor took their place in the corners: Ivel, Kaelion, Lirael, and Lucas, Cedric's son, who stood with an aura of confidence and a glint of mischief in his eyes.
"Let's make this interesting," Lucas smirked as he flexed his fingers, preparing his own magic.
As the host raised his hand, signaling the beginning of the fight, the atmosphere shifted dramatically. "Let the match begin!"