First blood
At a distant location, miles removed from the chaos of Anthony's battleground, another clash of titans prepared to unfold.
Vahali, the elf champion, stood poised and commanding, an aura of regal composure enveloping him.
His piercing gaze, steady and unyielding, was fixed upon his adversary.
Every inch of him radiated an innate elegance, a warrior born not merely to fight but to conquer with precision and grace.
Opposite him, Serenelle, the champion of the Phoenix race, stood as an embodiment of fiery defiance.
Her presence was no less commanding, the air around her shimmering faintly with residual heat, as though the sun itself bowed to her will.
Her gaze burned with an intensity that spoke of untamed power, her posture upright and brimming with confidence born of countless victorious battles.
The ground beneath them seemed to shiver in anticipation, a prelude to the ferocity about to be unleashed.