The referee raised his hand.
"Begin!"
Vanessa immediately stomped her foot, sending a wave of ice across the arena. Aeron leaped back, barely avoiding being frozen. He smirked and flicked his wrist—multiple copies of himself appeared around Vanessa.
She narrowed her eyes.
"Tricks won't work on me!" she declared, forming a blizzard around herself, destroying the illusions in one sweep.
Aeron clicked his tongue. "So much for that."
He dashed forward at high speed, weaving through the ice spikes she conjured. In a flash, he was behind her, his dagger aimed for her back.
But Vanessa was prepared.
A wall of ice erupted between them, forcing Aeron to retreat. She spun around, sending razor-sharp icicles flying at him.
Leon, watching from the sidelines, nodded in approval. "This fight is actually good."
Kieran smirked beside him. "Not bad. But they're still not on our level."
Leon glanced at him but said nothing. He simply continued watching.
