The blinding explosion of power slowly faded, revealing the devastated arena floor.
Dust, frost, and shattered ice hung thick in the air like a glittering fog. The colossal ice titan staggered, its massive war-scythe cracked down the middle. Elara's absolute-zero comet form flickered violently as she hovered above it, her white hair whipping in the arctic winds she herself had created. Her breathing was ragged, her once-pristine academy uniform torn and stained with blood and frost.
Luna stood at the center of the cratered platform in her Winter Apex Form, white hair flowing freely around her like liquid moonlight, slit-pupiled blue eyes glowing with fierce, controlled intensity. Her pristine white wolf ears twitched, and her fluffy white tail swayed with predatory grace. She looked more beautiful and lethal than ever — elegant curves accentuated by powerful, refined muscles, her body radiating raw primal energy that made the entire colosseum hold its breath.
