Cora walked out slowly, her expression calm yet fierce. The crowd erupted in wild cheers, chanting her name as she made her way to the center.
"And now," the emissary continued, his voice sharp with excitement, "her challenger—Linda! Step into the arena!"
Another entrance opened on the opposite side. Linda stepped out, her bow resting lightly in her hand, her silver eyes locked straight ahead.
As she reached the center, she raised her head to meet Cora's gaze. The two women stood face-to-face, the air thick with tension.
The emissary raised his hand. "May the match… begin!"
The crowd roared to life as the sound of drums echoed through the arena, marking the start of a battle that no one would forget.
Cora stretched her hand forward, and in an instant, a crimson whip materialized in her grip. The ground beneath her feet shimmered with red mana as three blazing red wolves emerged beside her, growling with fiery eyes and smoking breath.
The crowd erupted in excitement.
