Quarter-finals (3)
"PINK KNIGHT!"
"PINK KNIGHT!"
"PINK KNIGHT!"
As her boots touched the sandy floor, Valeria raised her chin high, meeting the mixture of voices with the silent strength of her gaze. This was her moment, and she would not falter.
Across the expanse of the arena stood Zerah, poised and composed. She wore the flowing, pale blue robes of the Cloud Heavens Sect, their edges embroidered with intricate patterns of white clouds. Her expression was calm on the surface, but Valeria could see past the mask. Zerah's hostility radiated off her in waves, a cold, sharp presence that seemed to slice through the warmth of the sunlight.
Valeria took a measured breath, steadying herself. Her fingers brushed the hilt of her sword briefly—a grounding motion more than anything. Focus. Breathe. She thrives on control. Don't let her have it.