The atmosphere within the room fermented like an overripe brew, thick with tension. Nyxander and Seraphina stood at opposite ends of the stage, their gazes locked in a silent battle before the fight had even begun. Seraphina's sharp eyes gleamed with the fiery determination of prey fighting against its predator, while Nyxander's stance was loose, his posture exuding an almost lazy confidence, as though this spar required no more effort than swatting a fly.
"I will expose your bad intentions toward Big Sis," Seraphina shouted, her voice laced with the fiery determination of a child who believed in righteous justice.
Nyxander smirked, his lips curving into a playful arc as his tone dripped with teasing sarcasm. "Are you sure you're not just trying to take her place beside me, under the pretense of exposing me?"
