~Denzel
Calen’s silhouette moved through the haze—slow, deliberate, every step echoing like a countdown.
“Show me the limit of my power?” I laughed. “Come on then.”
The air buckled when I moved. Fire flared in a tight arc from my palm, compressed until it screamed against the pressure. Calen lifted a hand lazily, tracing a circle midair. The blaze hit an invisible barrier and folded—collapsing into steam that hissed at our feet.
He smiled faintly. “Is that all?”
I lunged forward, cutting through the fog. A burst of wind propelled me faster than the eye could follow. Calen sidestepped, coat flaring, and I spun—fire blooming from my heel. The kick sliced through his sleeve, searing fabric before his hand snapped out and redirected the rest of the flame into the ceiling.
We broke apart,
