One strand, silver-blue like winter moonlight, curved down and touched the mirror before Xueya. Another, warm and gold like a summer sunrise, touched the mirror before Su Lan. And a third, a braid of both colors, descended toward the mirror before Lin Tian.
The spearman's triumphant expression shattered. "No! It's mine! It responds to power!" He roared, and before anyone could react, he moved.
He abandoned his circle, breaking the trial's formation. He charged, not at the Avatar, but straight for the Core Fragment itself, his spear drawn back for a mighty, stealing thrust. "If it won't choose, I'll take it!"
The Avatar moved faster than sight.
It was simply in front of him, its own spear of light flashing upward in a perfect, effortless parry. The clash made no sound, but a wave of force rippled out, making the platform tremble.
