The courtyard of Aurelion Kingdom had become a storm of clashing swords, flying arrows, and glowing energy. Aria’s golden aura lit up the battlefield like the sun breaking through a storm, but even she could feel the weight of Viktor’s gaze pressing down on her. He circled her slowly, blade in hand, dark eyes glinting with malice. “You’re strong,” he said, voice calm but filled with venom. “Stronger than I anticipated. But do you truly understand what your bloodline carries?” Aria tightened her grip on her sword. “I know enough to stop you.” Viktor smirked, taking a step closer. “You think your power is a gift… but it is also a curse.” The golden light around Aria flickered. She felt a shiver run down her spine. “What do you mean?” He raised his sword slowly, its black metal glinting

