The rumor spread before the bell even rang.
The new girl attacked Valeria Draven.
She overpowered her.
She didn't even try.
By the time Seraph stepped back onto campus grounds, the atmosphere had changed.
Eyes followed her again—
But this time…
There was fear.
And curiosity.
And something far more dangerous—
Interest.
She walked through the courtyard like she always did—calm, detached, untouchable. But whispers clung to her like shadows.
"Who is she…?"
"No aura… I can't sense anything…"
"That's not normal…"
"Valeria lost…"
Seraph ignored all of it.
Until—
A body stepped in front of her.
Large.
Unmoving.
Blocking her path.
"Well, well…" the guy smirked, cracking his neck. "You're the one everyone's talking about."
Seraph didn't stop walking.
Didn't slow down.
Didn't even look at him.
"Move."
The word was quiet.
Flat.
Final.
The guy laughed.
"You think you can just walk around here like you own—"
He never finished.
Because the ground beneath him cracked.
A sudden pressure dropped—
Heavy.
Invisible.
Crushing.
His knees buckled instantly.
A loud thud echoed as he slammed to the ground.
Gasps erupted around them.
Seraph walked past him.
Like he didn't exist.
Like none of them did.
But this time…
The whispers stopped completely.
—
"Interesting."
Kaelen watched everything from the balcony above, arms folded.
His gaze didn't leave her.
Not even for a second.
"She's not showing power…" he muttered. "She's controlling it."
A low chuckle came from beside him.
Nyxara Voss leaned against the railing, sipping something dark from a glass that definitely wasn't allowed on campus.
"Oh, she's worse than that," Nyx said lazily. "She's hiding layers."
Kaelen glanced at her.
"You know something."
Nyx smiled.
Sharp.
Amused.
"I know what she feels like."
A pause.
Then—
"Empty… and full at the same time."
Kaelen's jaw tightened slightly.
That didn't help.
That made it worse.
—
By evening, the message came.
Simple.
Direct.
Unavoidable.
"Crimson Pit. Tonight."
No name.
No explanation.
But everyone knew what it meant.
A challenge.
And in this school…
You don't ignore those.
—
The Crimson Pit roared with energy.
It wasn't just an arena.
It was a proving ground.
A place where hierarchy was decided with blood instead of words.
The underground chamber pulsed with power—walls lined with ancient runes, lights flickering like dying stars, and a crowd hungry for violence.
Seraph stepped inside.
Unbothered.
Unimpressed.
Unchallenged.
Until she saw who was waiting.
Valeria Draven.
Perfect.
Untouched.
Smiling.
"You actually came," Valeria said, tilting her head. "I was worried you'd run."
Seraph stepped into the center.
Her expression didn't change.
"I don't run."
The crowd leaned forward.
Excitement building.
Tension rising.
Valeria's smile widened.
"Good," she said softly. "Because this time… I won't hold back."
A signal flashed.
The barrier sealed.
And just like that—
The fight began.
—
Valeria moved first.
Fast.
Faster than before.
Her body blurred as she lunged forward, claws aimed straight for Seraph's throat.
The crowd gasped.
But—
Seraph didn't move.
Not immediately.
She waited.
Watched.
Calculated.
Then—
At the last second—
She tilted her head.
Just slightly.
Valeria's attack missed by inches.
A flicker of surprise crossed her face.
That was her mistake.
Seraph's hand shot out—
Grabbing her wrist mid-air.
Tight.
Unbreakable.
The impact cracked the ground beneath them.
Valeria tried to pull back—
Failed.
Seraph stepped closer.
Too close.
"You're predictable," she said quietly.
Then—
She twisted.
A sharp snap echoed through the arena.
Valeria screamed.
The crowd exploded.
But Seraph didn't stop.
Didn't hesitate.
Didn't care.
She moved again—
Faster this time.
A strike to the ribs.
Another to the spine.
Precise.
Controlled.
Devastating.
Valeria collapsed to one knee.
Breathing hard.
Bleeding.
Humiliated.
And for the first time…
Afraid.
The entire arena went silent.
Because this wasn't a fight anymore.
This was domination.
—
Kaelen's expression darkened.
"She's holding back…" he muttered.
Nyx smirked.
"Oh, completely."
Kaelen glanced at her.
"How much?"
Nyx's eyes glowed faintly crimson.
Her smile widened.
"…Enough to kill everyone here."
—
Back in the arena—
Valeria's eyes burned with rage.
"You think you've won?" she hissed.
Her power surged violently—
Dark.
Ancient.
Dangerous.
The air shifted.
The runes on the walls flickered.
Something wasn't right.
Seraph felt it instantly.
Her gaze sharpened.
Valeria stood slowly—
But this time…
Her aura had changed.
Twisted.
Corrupted.
"Let's see you handle this," Valeria whispered.
Then—
She attacked again.
Faster.
Stronger.
Unnatural.
Her claws slashed forward—
And this time—
They landed.
A tear ripped across Seraph's shoulder.
Gasps filled the arena.
Blood dripped.
Dark.
Thick.
Powerful.
Seraph looked down at it.
Quiet.
Still.
Then—
She smiled.
Just a little.
And everything changed.
The air dropped.
The lights flickered violently.
The ground trembled.
And her eyes—
Shifted.
Gold.
The crowd froze.
A low, almost inaudible growl echoed from her throat.
Ancient.
Primal.
Terrifying.
Valeria stepped back instinctively.
Fear flashing across her face.
"What… are you…?"
Seraph lifted her head slowly.
Her voice came out softer than before—
But far more dangerous.
"You should've stopped."
Then—
She disappeared.
And the next second—
Valeria was sent flying across the arena.
Straight into the barrier.
The impact shattered the entire Pit.
Chaos erupted.
Students screamed.
Power exploded.
And in the middle of it all—
Seraph stood there.
Unmoving.
Unleashed.
—
From the shadows above…
A figure watched.
Hidden.
Silent.
Ancient.
A slow smile spread across his face.
"Finally…" Azrael Vantor whispered.
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