Spirits were mystical entities not everyone could see. Only those with a rare gift—honed through years of grueling training or born from an innate spark—could glimpse them in their natural form.
But when a warrior summoned their power, spirits materialized on the physical plane, visible to all.
Syris Kael's fire creatures, the lizard and the monkey, blazed with an intensity that laughed in the face of the torrential rain, their glowing forms slicing through the water like it was tissue paper.
The steam from evaporating raindrops created a thick fog in the arena, turning the fight into a chaotic mess.
In the stands, Lira and Kaira watched the battle with wide eyes, each processing the scene in their own way.
Lira, arms crossed, jaw clenched, was lost in thought, her mind spinning like a hamster on a wheel. Kaira, leaning casually against a pillar, couldn't hide the glint of intrigue in her red eyes, despite her laid-back pose.
