The principal's voice resonated through the stadium, commanding attention. "That was an impressive display of power and skill from both fighters," he said, his voice steady and authoritative. "Now, it's time for the next match. Eileen Caldwell versus Zola, the sixth council member."
A murmur of excitement rippled through the crowd as the names were announced. My heart raced, a mix of nerves and determination surging through me. Zola was known for her formidable water magic, and defeating her would be no easy feat. But if I could win, I would become the sixth council member—a prestigious position that would bring me one step closer to the top.