The powerhouse She is.

Yilar's voice cut through the chaos like a blade, calm but tinged with resignation. "I wanted to avoid fighting you," he said, his golden eyes narrowing as he straightened, his dark aura rippling outward.

"But it seems I can't avoid it."

Raayani didn't bother to reply. Her figure vanished in an instant, leaving only a shimmer of light in her wake. Yilar, anticipating her move, charged forward as well, his speed matching hers. Their collision was cataclysmic.

High above the canyon, they reappeared, their clash igniting the sky with flashes of light and bursts of energy that sounded like roaring thunder. Each blow they exchanged sent shockwaves cascading across the landscape, shaking the very foundations of the canyon.

Jolthar stood frozen, unable to believe his eyes. He could hardly follow Raayani's movements; she was like a blurred line shot into the sky. After the last encounter, he hadn't anticipated meeting her again.