The training hall fell silent as Eleanora stepped forward. Her wooden estoc held tightly in both hands.
Every eye followed her as she entered the circle. Her shoulders were tense, but her steps were firm. She wasn't backing down.
The air between the two sisters was different now, heavier. This wasn't just a sparring match.
There was something deeper behind their stares. Something unspoken. A history only the two of them understood.
Anastasia spun her wooden sword once, casually resting it on her shoulder. Her crimson eyes sparkled with amusement.
"Ready, Ellie?" she asked, voice light. "Same rules as before. If you can move me even one step, you win. No mana."
Eleanora gave a small nod. Her lips were pressed into a thin line, her eyes focused.
No words. Just determination.
Anastasia smiled faintly, then. Just like with Kyle, She quietly suppressed her Diamond-rank strength.
Matching Eleanora's level to keep things fair.
Then, Eleanora moved.
