As Asher was busy taking his solitary tour, the rest of the candidates were embroiled in a relentless struggle, fighting with everything they had within their arsenal. Explosions ruptured across the forest in a violent, concurrent cacophony, as though the land itself were a vast drum and every strike upon it summoned another wave of chaos. Each blast came in steady succession, one after another, like an orchestra of destruction conducted by desperation itself.
Various weapons clashed continuously, echoing like a hymn in the grand cathedral of battle. Metal rang against metal, the sound layered with cries of fury and terror, until it seemed as though the very forest was alive with a dreadful choir.
Elemental abilities flared into existence, blazing in sudden, violent flashes, fire bursting outward like suns tearing open the earth, water crashing down in tidal surges, wind slicing in keen crescents, and lightning cracking like divine judgment.
