Chapter 15: Your Heart Will Stop
"There are only two phases left. After this, the final ten will explore a dungeon," Astara said as they watched the first duel begin.
The main threat is this phase, huh?
The first duelists went all out, leaving the ground cracked by the end of their fight. Even the winner was in no condition for the next phase. Seeing that, Daylan found himself nervously swallowing again and again.
Daylan watched intently as the tournament progressed. Before long, it was Medora's turn. Strangely, this was the first time Daylan had seen her opponent, despite the tournament having gone on for days.
He wielded a sword similar to Medora's, but his was laced in green and black. As soon as the duel began, a powerful gust of wind swept across the field. Confused murmurs rippled through the crowd, but before anyone could make sense of it, Medora was sent crashing into the ground.
Medora gripped her sword tightly as sparks of flame erupted from its blade. Clutching her ribs, she pushed herself to her feet and dashed forward, her flames rising and mixing with the whirlwind spinning across the field.
I never knew her sword had an Aspect of fire.
The two clashed in a series of tense, precise strikes, each attack narrowly dodged by a hair's breadth. Medora's sleeves began to burn from her own flames, yet her body remained untouched as if the fire recognized her. Despite the intensity of her flames, they barely reached her opponent—his wind effortlessly brushed them aside before they could graze his skin.
Medora realized she needed a better strategy if she was going to win. Without wasting a moment, she began firing bursts of flame from her sword, circling her opponent with swift, calculated movements as the fireballs rained down from different angles.
Come on... you can do this, Dora.
Not long after, they both began unleashing waves of blades from their swords. With each clash, Medora's flames started to overpower her opponent's wind, giving her the opening she needed to close in on him.