The crowd held its breath as Ash and Seth circled each other on the grand stage, the air between them crackling with tension.
Seth stood tall, a confident smirk playing on his lips, while Ash kept his stance low and measured, his eyes locked onto his brother's every movement.
"You're too stiff, brother," Seth taunted, flexing his fingers as arcs of electricity danced between them.
"Come on, show me something impressive!"
Ash didn't reply.
He couldn't afford to. His mind was racing, analyzing Seth's posture, the faint flicker of mana that pulsed beneath his skin, the subtle shifts in his breathing. Every twitch was a clue—an opening waiting to be exploited.
'I know all your moves, Seth… I can't afford to be complacent!'
~WHUUUSH!!!~
Without warning, Seth lunged forward, his hand crackling with raw energy.
"Storm Fang!"
A jagged arc of lightning surged toward Ash, tearing through the air with blinding speed.
