Anticipation trembles in the air.
A deep horn sounds across the arena — long and commanding.
The crowd quiets.
An announcer steps onto the elevated platform at the centre, clad in ceremonial robes of silver and crimson.
Announcer (projecting):
"Welcome, one and all, to the Grand Resonance Clash!
Today, you witness not just competition — but legacy, strength, and the will to rise!"
Cheers erupt from the crowd.
The clan leaders, now settled in their places of honor, nod with solemn pride as the first match is prepared.
Teacher (calling):
"The format is simple. One-on-one duels. A name is drawn by each clan leader. That student chooses their opponent."
The leader of the Vine Clan stands.
He reaches into the vessel, then raises a slip of parchment.
Terror (Vine Clan Leader):
"Dren Bolt."
The crowd murmurs.
Dren steps forward, chin high, sparks crackling faintly off his knuckles.
Dren:
"I choose… Shade Sol."
Gasps ripple. Two quiet killers. One storm. One shadow.
The two step onto the battlefield — longtime rivals. Opposites in style. Equals in focus.
The bell rings.
⚡ Dren doesn't wait. A burst of electricity detonates beneath his feet. He rushes forward like a thunderclap — shoulder feint, fist low.
Shade slides sideways — close, almost too close. Dren's punch grazes his shoulder.
Dren spins and throws a palm at Shade's chest.
Shade flickers.
Gone.
Reappears behind him — kicks.
Dren blocks, but skids back.
Spectator :
"He's fast—but Shade's reaction speed is insane!"
Dren releases twin blasts from both palms.
→ Thunder Fang Howl!
The crowd gasps. The air distorts as lightning spirals outward in a howling ring.
Shade counters.
→ Dusk Phantom Bind — shadow tendrils burst upward from beneath the arena, snaring the edge of the blast and redirecting it into the sky.
The crowd erupts.
Shade dashes through the smoke.
One step. Two. Disappear.
→ Phantom Rift .
He appears above Dren — a blade of pure darkness in hand.
→ Shadow Veil Strike.
A precise, silent blow.
Dren's head jerks back — eyes wide.
He collapses.
The bell rings.
Stunned silence… then—
Thunderous applause.
Spectator :
"Shade Sol just dropped the lightning prodigy!"
Shade doesn't celebrate. He looks down at his hand.
Shade (thinking):
"That was everything I had. And yet…"
Dren slowly rises, coughing, eyes unfocused.
Dren (aloud):
"Next time we fight… I'll defeat you."
Shade says nothing.
But a faint smirk crosses his lips.
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