IRIS’ P.O.V
She threw the light forward.
I punched through it.
My magic burst from my fist, brighter than before, shattering the attack mid air. The explosion forced both of us back. I skidded across the stone. Illyra spun once and stopped gracefully.
Her eyes widened.
Just a little.
“You are not the same girl I fought before,” she said quietly.
“No,” I said. “I’m stronger.”
“Stronger enemies die the hardest.”
“Good,” I said. “I love a challenge.”
She frowned.
I stepped forward. This time I pushed my power outward, not upward. Light formed beneath my feet. The runes responded to it, glowing the same color as my magic.
Illyra froze for a heartbeat, watching the light crawl across the stone like vines.
“Impossible,” she breathed. “You should not be able to bend my arena.”
“Gues
