Divine Seed

Professor Elara's eyes, still wide with astonishment, recognized the formidable power she had just encountered. She had underestimated Freya's resilience and the synergy of her dual path mastery.

With a steely resolve, Professor Elara spoke, her voice echoing through the silent Arena, "You may possess immense power, Freya, but do you comprehend the distinction between us Heaven Realm Jorin Masters and you Earth Realm Jorin Masters? Let me enlighten you."

Freya's playful demeanor vanished, replaced by a serious expression as she sensed the shift in the atmosphere.

Professor Elara's aura surged, exuding an overwhelming pressure that seemed to command the very air itself.

Gritting her teeth, Freya acknowledged the challenge. "Hmph, I will not succumb to a heteric. You are not the sole proprietor of divine control."

Professor Elara sneered, her voice dripping with mockery. "You believe divine power is readily accessible to anyone? Your delusions are boundless!"

"That is the fundamental difference between us, my dear Elara," Freya retorted, her voice laced with conviction. "A heteric will never truly grasp the essence of divine power. Allow me to demonstrate."

Freya closed her eyes, her body levitating towards the heavens, her dark hair flowing gracefully amidst the gentle breeze. A serene aura enveloped her as she uttered the incantation, "Divine Gift: Celestial Form."

An ethereal brilliance engulfed Freya's form, her silhouette morphing into a luminous figure. Radiant wings unfurled majestically from her back, bathing the surroundings in a celestial glow.

The very fabric of reality seemed to respond to her command as she ascended higher, her presence commanding respect and awe.

Despite her seasoned experience as a Jorin Master, Professor Elara couldn't help but be taken aback by Freya's Celestial Form.

The sheer brilliance rivaled that of the sun, casting a holy glow across the Arena. Unfortunately, no one bore witness to this epic transformation, for Freya had discreetly erected a barrier to conceal her true identity.

Freya's Celestial Form exuded waves of power, rippling through the air and causing the ground beneath her to shimmer with celestial symbols.

Professor Elara, despite her earlier confidence, felt the weight of an overwhelming presence bearing down upon her.

Freya's eyes, once filled with playful determination, now gleamed with a celestial light, reflecting her profound connection to the divine.

Her movements, choreographed by cosmic forces, extended her hand, summoning celestial energy that coalesced into a radiant spear.

"You see, Elara, divine power is not merely about control," Freya declared, her voice resonating like a celestial hymn. "It is about communion, about understanding the very essence of the celestial forces."

Professor Elara, determined not to yield, unleashed her own Divine Energy.

"Divine Daughter Seraphiel, how shocking! They'd resort to sending you to eliminate a mere boy, one who hasn't even mastered Astral Energy!"

The Arena erupted in a breathtaking display of divine energies clashing, illuminating the surroundings with an ethereal radiance.

The heavens themselves seemed to acknowledge the battle, as if the gods were watching the dance of battle between two masters of divine might.

"You think I'm the only one who came ? Fufufu." Seraphiel giggled as she stood up in the sky looking down on Elara.

Elara's expression changed, the void shook and cracked as her form phased out and in. Her eyes glared at Seraphiel with anger.

"What did you do!?" Elara demanded with deafining shout.

"A formation can do wonders you know. I set up the Domain Lock Formation. Nothing can get in or out."

"Until one of us dies and it wont be me ! But to set your mind at ease, Zypherion is in the third layer of the Early Mortal Astral Realm, who knows Antaeus might win, fufufu."

Professor Elara's visible composure masked the turmoil within her as she gazed into Seraphiel's unwavering golden eyes. Seraphiel, in turn, tightened her grip on her radiant spear, its divine energy pulsating with anticipation.

Elara ascended gracefully into the sky, her form silhouetted against the rising sun, casting a regal shadow upon the battlefield. "Enough games Seraphiel," she declared, her voice echoing with power. "Since you've revealed the source of your audacity, I shall treat you with the respect of a worthy opponent."

Seraphiel's eyes narrowed as she observed Elara's movements, her mind racing with strategies. Maintaining her Celestial Form was taxing on her Astral Energy, and prolonging the battle was not in her favor. She needed a swift and decisive victory.

"Oh, so now you'll use your true Halberd?" Seraphiel taunted, her voice laced with a hint of mockery. "I suppose you've finally decided I'm worthy of your full attention."

Without a word, Elara summoned her true Halberd, its dark blue surface shimmering with an otherworldly aura. The mere presence of the weapon sent shivers down Seraphiel's spine, its killing intent palpable in the air.

"Fufufu, now this is more exciting," Seraphiel chuckled, her playful demeanor masking a surge of adrenaline.

A breeze whispered through the arena, carrying the subtle sound of fluttering fabric as both combatants tightened their grips on their chosen weapons.

The two formidable figures stood poised, their divine energies radiating with an intensity that illuminated the battlefield. The sun, a silent witness, cast its golden rays upon the scene, as if anticipating the epic clash that was about to unfold.

Seraphiel eyes blazed with celestial fire, her spear humming with unrestrained power. Professor Elara's gaze was glacial, her Halberd poised to unleash the fury of the heavens. The moment of truth had arrived, and the fate of the battle hung in the balance.

"Heavenly Seed: Ice Domain," Professor Elara chanted, her voice echoing through the Arena. With a decisive raise of her Halberd, she invoked an elemental change, transforming the once vibrant expanse into a realm of frost and ice.

A frosty chill swept across the Arena, the ground swiftly encased in a layer of shimmering ice crystals. The air grew heavy with the biting cold, a stark contrast to the warmth that once permeated the atmosphere.

Seraphiel, momentarily caught off guard by the sudden shift in environment, felt the celestial energy coursing through her veins falter. The icy domain, a testament to Professor Elara's mastery of the Ice Element, threatened to disrupt Freya's connection to the divine.

Undeterred, Seraphiel tightened her grip on her spear, its radiant glow intensifying as she countered Professor Elara's elemental manipulation with her own divine power. With a surge of celestial energy she moved at blurring speeds towards Professor Elara with the chilled wind whistling.

Within a second she was infront of the calm Professor Elara, "Holy Spear: Nova Impale." With a chant her spear transformed into a blazing fire as she thrusted it forward with no intention of holding back.

Professor Elara's gaze locked onto the gleaming fiery point of the spear, its menacing pressure unrelenting. With a swift twist of her body, she narrowly dodged the spear, her movements imbued with grace and precision.

Seraphiel snorted, instantly drawing back her spear. With a flap of her wings, she propelled herself away from her opponent, her movements a blur of celestial light.

"Not so fast," Professor Elara's voice echoed through the icy domain as she unleashed her own technique. "Absolute Zero: Frost Grip." A surge of icy energy erupted around Seraphiel's feet, momentarily restricting her movement.

Seraphiel's eyes widened as she reacted with lightning speed, shattering the icy shackles that bound her. She caught sight of Professor Elara sweeping her halberd in a wide arc, its menacing growl resonating through the air as it cut towards her.

"Absolute Zero: Frost Cut," Professor Elara declared, her voice a melody that was laced with power. The halberd sliced through the air, its icy edge threatening to sever Seraphiel's form.

BAM !

With a resounding clang, the two divine weapons met in a clash of celestial might, their opposing energies crackling with raw power.

"Aagh!" The impact sent Seraphiel flying backward, her body propelled through the icy domain for ten meters before she gracefully twirled, regaining her balance. Her golden eyes, ablaze with celestial fire, met Elara's glacial gaze, and a calculating glint flashed within them.

"Why don't we settle this with one final, decisive blow, Elara?" Seraphiel proposed, her voice resonating with an undercurrent of power. "Let us unleash our ultimate techniques and determine the victor of this epic duel."

Professor Elara's gaze remained unwavering, her stance firm and unyielding. She nodded in acceptance, her voice echoing with determination. "So be it. Let our divine powers clash one final time, and let fate decide the outcome of this battle."