The ground quaked violently beneath them, the tremors surging like waves through stone and steel.
Dust swirled into thick clouds as chunks of debris rained from the cracked ceiling, the walls of the chamber groaning in protest. Arcs of unstable magic flashed like lightning—searing bursts of color that lit up the shadows in blinding pulses.
And in the heart of it all, two figures collided in a blur of raw power and mirrored grace.
To the untrained eye, it looked like chaos incarnate—a storm of motion and light too fast to follow. But for those who dared to look closer, the truth unraveled: two women, locked in a deadly clash, each bearing the same face.
One wore the wind's whisper, her aura humming with elemental precision—Silvermist, the loyal apprentice of the Wind Guardian, her body reacting instinctively with the finesse of training and restraint.
