The colosseum fell into a charged hush as the next pair stepped onto the cracked arena floor.
Vegia Nightshade stood opposite Alya, her curvaceous hobgoblin figure radiating a quietelegance. Her hair framed a soft, pretty face with striking pink eyes that held a calm, thoughtful intelligence. The academy uniform hugged her voluptuous body — the blouse and skirt accentuating her generous bust, narrow waist, and wide, fertile hips. She took a long, steadying breath, gathering her strength, then raised her hand. With a soft shimmer of mana, her ornate wooden staff materialized in her grip — the twisted, vine-like shaft topped with a glowing pink crystal that pulsed gently with latent power. She held it firmly, her posture respectful yet composed.
Opposite her stood Alya Luminari, daughter of the powerful Luminari noble family — a lineage renowned for their mastery of light magic and long-standing rivalry with the Marinova house.
