The figure halted his laughter for a quick second—his porcelain mask tilting ever so slightly, as if in mock confusion.
But he quickly recovered in an instant, his shoulders shaking with renewed mirth.
Two cards shimmered into existence between his fingers, one bearing the symbol of a king, and the other a rook, the ivory surfaces gleaming under the flickering magical light of the arena.
Just like before.
But this time, he used them differently.
"Castle!" he howled, voice echoing across the chamber like a bell in a cathedral.
With a lazy flick of his arm, the rook-shaped card snapped into position before him—a phantom chessboard glinting to life—the twin barrage of fire and water colliding against it. The spell effects shattered and dispersed like harmless mist, the wall of energy humming with quiet triumph.
'He has the same power as the one from before!'
