This is more detailed and alternate of final fight
just with a tweak of alteration
The sky crackled with raw magic, the city streets trembling under the sheer force of the two most powerful magicians in the kingdom. Min Hee and Leywin stood at the center of the battlefield, their gazes locked.
Neither of them hesitated.
A split second later, the ground erupted.
Min Hee launched a barrage of elemental spears, her signature attack, but Leywin moved like a shadow, weaving through the projectiles with unnatural precision. With a flick of his wrist, he summoned a wall of void magic, swallowing her attacks whole.
But Min Hee was relentless.
She conjured an inferno, flames surging toward him with blistering heat. Leywin responded in kind, summoning a dark vortex that devoured the flames as if they had never existed.
It was a battle of raw power against unmatched control.
And Min Hee refused to lose.
The World Watches
The clash between Min Hee and Leywin wasn't just a battle.
It was a reckoning.
Their fight didn't go unnoticed. The entire kingdom bore witness to the duel of legends, the very foundation of the capital shaking beneath their power.
The Magic Force had halted their assault, their soldiers too stunned to interfere. The Classers, too, held back, their leader's fight now their sole focus.
Elvin, Nichole, and the strongest mages of both factions could only watch as the two titans clashed.
Nichole clenched his fists. "She's surpassed the 8th Circle…"
Elvin's expression was grim. "And yet Leywin isn't even trying."
That was the terrifying truth.
Leywin wasn't using his full power.
Not yet.
The Breaking Point
Min Hee pushed herself beyond her limits, channeling more power than ever before. Lightning coiled around her like a storm, her magic warping the very air around her.
Leywin, however, remained unreadable. He countered every attack, effortlessly nullifying her magic.
And that only infuriated her more.
"You're holding back!" she roared.
Leywin sighed. "Min Hee, stop."
His words only fueled her rage.
"I won't stop until you give me answers!"
She gathered every ounce of her strength and unleashed a spell that had never been seen before.
A spell that broke the boundaries of the 8th Circle.
A golden halo of magic formed above her, the sky splitting apart as an overwhelming surge of elemental energy rained down. Fire, ice, lightning, and wind combined into a single, devastating attack.
The Celestial Spear.
A spell that even the greatest archmages had only theorized.
A spell fueled by her own life force.
Leywin's eyes widened as he realized what she had done.
If he countered, she would die.
And so, for the first time in the battle…
He hesitated.
That moment of hesitation was all Min Hee needed.
The Celestial Spear crashed into him, a pillar of blinding energy swallowing Leywin whole.
The entire battlefield fell silent.
Smoke and dust clouded the air, the force of the explosion having carved a crater deep into the earth.
Min Hee collapsed to her knees, her energy drained.
Had she… won?
Had she really—
A voice shattered the silence.
"Min Hee."
Her blood ran cold.
From the wreckage, Leywin emerged.
His cloak was in tatters, his body bloodied, but he was still standing.
Still alive.
Min Hee could barely process it. Her strongest spell—the pinnacle of her power—had done nothing.
Leywin sighed, brushing dust off his shoulder.
"I guess I can't hold back anymore."
The Ninth Circle Awakens
Before Min Hee could react, Leywin vanished.
A second later, he was in front of her.
Too fast.
She raised her defenses, but it was too late.
A single touch.
A pulse of void magic.
And her entire body froze.
She couldn't move.
Couldn't breathe.
Leywin wasn't even using a spell.
This was raw magical pressure.
The power of someone who had surpassed the limits of human magic.
"The Ninth Circle…" Elvin whispered, his voice trembling.
Nichole swallowed hard. "No… This is something beyond that."
Min Hee gritted her teeth, trying to resist. "Damn… you…"
Leywin's golden eyes softened.
"I never wanted to fight you," he said.
Min Hee could hear the sadness in his voice.
The pain.
He reached out, placing a hand on her forehead. "Sleep."
Her vision blurred.
The last thing she saw before darkness took her was Leywin's face.
And the unbearable sorrow in his eyes.
Truth and Consequences
When Min Hee awoke, she was no longer on the battlefield.
She was in a dimly lit room, her body covered in bandages.
Nichole sat beside her, his expression unreadable.
"You lost," he said simply.
Min Hee clenched her fists.
"Where is he?" she demanded.
Nichole hesitated. "Gone."
Min Hee's heart sank.
Not again.
She had spent years searching for him. She had finally found him—only to lose him once more.
But this time…
This time, she would find him.
No matter what.