Prime Disciple Competition: Battle For Mira's Token
The battlefield's atmosphere intensified as Mira announced her resolve, her gaze sharp.
The disciples, sensing the shift in their her aura, steeled themselves, their eyes reflecting a mix of excitement and apprehension. This was the moment they had been waiting for.
Nova, always one to meet a challenge head-on, lunged forward, her spear's black flames roiling with a newfound vigor.
The air itself seemed to sizzle and warp as the spear cut through, aiming straight for Mira's heart. But with a grace that defied belief, Mira sidestepped the attack, her movements fluid like water, leaving Nova to stab nothing but air.
"Not bad, Nova, but you'll need to be faster than that," Mira teased, a playful glint in her eyes.
On the sidelines, Eden, not willing to be outdone, sent another volley of her Emerald Wind Arrows, each projectile shimmering with potent, unseen energy.