The arena was electric with energy as Lyra stepped into the spotlight. The roar of the crowd was deafening, a sea of faces cheering for the fighters who had made it to the semifinals. The coliseum's stone walls seemed to tremble under the weight of the anticipation.
Lyra adjusted her grip on her greatsword, her aura flickering faintly around her. Sylvia stood at her side, her green eyes sharp and focused. Across the arena, her opponent emerged—a tall woman with an air of confidence and a glint of experience in her eyes. She was flanked by not one, but two bonds.
The first was a massive griffin, its golden feathers gleaming in the sunlight as it spread its wings wide. The second was a sleek, panther-like creature with a coat of shimmering midnight blue, its golden eyes glowing faintly.
