Roselle channeled the powers of lightning, ice, fire, and earth. Her body became a living canvas for magic. The elements swirled and intertwined, forming a harmonious fusion that encased her in a multicolored aura. Her very being seemed to be composed of pure elemental energy in this moment.

  Roselle ascended into the air with a newfound ability to hover into the air. Her body radiated with the harmonious blend of lightning, ice, fire, and earth, creating a dazzling dispy of elemental energy.

  With her ascent, Roselle manifested her connection to the four elements. An elemental circle appeared, marking the target area where Chalcon stood. The circle pulsed with vibrant energy forming an element along the circle’s shape.

  “Elemental Fusion: Unity Burst!”

  Lightning bolts streaked from the circle, ice shards shot out from the sides, fmes roared in a bzing inferno, and the earth quaked and shifted.

  The cataclysmic forces of lightning, ice, fire, and earth converged upon Chalcon with unrelenting fury. Despite his valiant efforts to try and counter with his thunder dragon strike, Chalcon found himself overwhelmed by the sheer might of Roselle’s Elemental Fusion: Unity Burst, creating a blinding explosion of energy that rocked the arena, creating a spectacle of blinding light and roaring energy.

  When the dust and debris settled, Chalcon stood amidst the wreckage. He held many wounds on his body, but was still standing. His breathing was bored, and his stance was unsteady, but his eyes were locked on Roselle.

  “Damn,” Chalcon gasped. “I didn’t know you had something like that in you. It’s incredible. But I can’t just stand here gaping. Not yet…”

  Roselle, hovering in the air with her body still crackling with elemental energy, noted Chalcon survived the attack. She pointed a hand towards him, preparing to unleash her Elemental Fusion: Unity Burst once more.

  Chalcon’s face shifted to a gre. He gripped his sword tightly and said, “Full power this time.”

  Chalcon called upon the full power of his Sanda Collosus. His colossal Dragonic aura transformed into an even rger state, and he marked Roselle with a fsh of lightning, pinpointing her as his target.

  Chalcon shouted,

  “FULL POWER! YELLOW, DRAGON, STRIKE!!!!!”

  In an instant, the Sanda Collosus sprang to life, charging toward Roselle with incredible speed. The colossal dragon roared as it lunged from the marked point. Its massive jaws opened wide, aiming to cmp down on Roselle and unch her into the air.

  “Unity Burst!”

  The elemental circle materialized in front of Roselle. its vibrant colors pulsated with intense energy. The circle fred and the elements—lightning, ice, fire, and earth—converged once more. The combined elemental forces erupted from the circle, forming a massive, swirling bst aimed directly at the incoming dragon.

  The elements—crackling lightning, icy shards, roaring fmes, and shifting earth—collided with Chalcon’s dragon.

  Both Chalcon and Roselle screamed as their attacks collided. Roselle’s Unity Burst struggled to hold its ground against the relentless advance of the dragon. Despite Roselle’s ferosity, Chalcon’s dragon managed to break through the elemental onsught.

  With a thunderous roar, the dragon’s massive jaws cmped down on Roselle. The force of the grip lifted her off the ground, sending her spiraling high into the air. With Roselle lifted into the air, the Sanda Collosus released a colossal burst of yellow lightning. The energy coursed through Roselle’s form, dealing a massive amount of damage.

  Despite the searing pain coursing through her, Roselle summoned every ounce of her willpower and control over the elements. With the elements at her command, she directed earth shards, ice shards, and fire bolts to surround him in a spiraling vortex of elemental power.

  The scorching fmes, biting ice, and solid earth converged together to form a circle around chalcon. Roselle’s hands moved with swift precision, weaving additional yers of magical circles into the vortex. The elemental forces converged into a final, all-encompassing sphere of raw energy.

  With one st, anguished cry, Roselle activated the magic circles. They pulsed with an ominous glow. The vortex tightened around Chalcon, and the energy within reached a critical mass.

  The sphere of elements erupted with a cataclysmic force which caused the magical circles to disintegrate into multiple blinding explosions of combined elemental power. The arena shook violently from the energy surging outwards in all directions.

  The explosion was so powerful that it momentarily obscured everything in a blinding white light. The power of this attack was enough to shatter Stronberg’s barrier protective barrier in an instant. Stronberg’s shocked mirrored the disbelief of the spectators.

  The Announcer stood in the midst of the chaos with her mouth wide open. The crowd, once roaring with excitement, fell into stunned silence. The spectators and announcers’ faces were illuminated by the brilliant light.

  Risebelle, Runebelle, and Cha watched the monumental explosion with shock. Their faces mirrored the astonishment that had gripped the entire arena.

  The smoke gradually dissipated, revealing the aftermath of the titanic explosion.

  The Announcer, after a moment of astonishment, finally addressed the crowd. “Ladies and gents, lemme tell ya—HOLY SMOKES! What we’ve just witnessed is somethin’ right outta a wild dream! Roselle and Chalcon have put on a show of power that’s way beyond believin’! The arena’s still standin’, but I reckon the impact of their csh has been felt all the way through the city!”

  The lingering smoke cleared. The grand arena was revealed to be significantly damaged, but it had somehow managed to withstand the incredible forces unleashed by Roselle and Chalcon.

  Roselle, now reverted to her child-like form, stood with deep gashes and burns across her body.

  Chalcon, having reverted from his Sanda Collosus Stage 3 Sword Magic back to his normal form, stood across the battlefield. His battle dress had gashes and tears. His breathing was heavy and bored.

  Roselle’s eyes were half-closed. She looked down towards the ground. She struggled to keep her bance, but her gaze shifted across the battlefield. Her eyes met Chalcon’s.

  Chalcon’s usual anger was repced with a solemn as look. The two warriors, on the brink of exhaustion, engaged in an intense stare down.

  Risebelle watched Roselle with a fixed gaze. The fight had pushed Roselle to her absolute limits. Her arms, once folded with concern, now rested at her sides, showing a faint smile of pride.

  Runebelle, standing beside her sister raised her fists up closer to her face. Runebelle’s eyes remained fixed on Roselle.

  Cha, observing from the sidelines watched Chalcon’s solemn demeanor and Roselle’s will with an understanding smile. ‘It’s always amazing to see such tenacity,’ she murmured to herself. Cha’s gaze shifted between Chalcon and Roselle. ‘This is what a true battle is all about.’

  Kintovar, watching from her seat, dispyed some concern and pride.

  Haras, Kintovar’s energetic b partner Haras reached for her popcorn only to find the container empty. Her eyes widened in disbelief. “Oh no! I miscalcuted the amount of consumption!” she excimed.

  She threw her hands in the air and her usual energetic demeanor took on a frantic edge. She fidgeted and screamed.

  Kintovar turned to Haras and facepalmed. “Haras, quiet down. You’re making a scene.”

  Haras pouted. Despite her displeasure, she settled back into her seat and grumbled “Fine.”

  Juliana,went from her usual neutral face to a wide grin.

  Roselle’s mind fshed back to a pivotal moment in her past. She recalled the battle with Dark Whirlwind, a day that had left a deep scar on her memory. The sadness and pain of that time had been seared into her soul. It was a memory of defeat she never wanted to experience again.

  However, in her mind’s eye, she saw Dark Whirlwind on her knees. The once-mighty mage was reduced to a broken figure.

  Dark Whirlwind trembled with rage and disbelief, rasped out, “How can you do this to me? I’m the most powerful mage! You’re nothing but a cheap imitation!”

  Roselle’s mental projection pointed her cannon straight at Dark Whirlwind. “No, I am Roselle. I am not a copy. I am not defined by you.”

  When the vision faded, Roselle returned to the present. She looked across the arena at Chalcon with a faint smile.

  The strain of her elemental fusion and the damage from Chalcon’s attacks caught up with Roselle. Her legs buckled, and she colpsed to the ground.

  Roselle y on the ground with her eyes closing. “I did it…” she whispered. The world around her seemed to blur into whiteness.

  The Announcer decred, “And Roselle is down for the count!”

  But when the focus shifted to Chalcon, he staggered and then colpsed to the ground. He appeared to be unconscious.

  The Announcer continued, “Hold on just a minute, both fighters are down for the count! What a showdown!!”

  The countdown timer began and the announcer boomed, “Well now, folks, the countdown timer’s rollin’, and we’re lookin’ at a crucial 60 seconds! If neither Roselle nor Chalcon can find their feet and get back in the game within that time frame, they’re both gonna be outta the Western Practice Tournament, and that’ll hand the victory to Cha!”

  While the countdown timer ticked down, a group of Roselle’s fervent fans gathered in a section of the arena.

  One fan said, “This is it! If Roselle doesn’t get up, we’re going to lose our chance to meet with her!”

  Another, clutching a Roselle-themed banner, added, “We can’t let that happen. She’s given everything she’s got! We need to cheer for her—give her that extra push to get back up!”

  “Yeah! Let’s make some noise!”

  Some fan wearing a Roselle shirt and holding a homemade sign that read “Go Roselle! You’ve Got This!” rallied the group. “We need to be louder than ever. Let’s show her we believe in her!”

  The fans started to chant and cheer. “Roselle! Roselle! Roselle!”

  Kintovar, watching from her seat was surprised by the outpouring of support for her creation. The strength of this collective cheer was remarkable.

  Juliana leaned over to Kintovar and grinned, “Roselle has quite the fan base. It seems she has touched the hearts of many.”

  Kintovar managed to give a small smile. “It seems so. Roselle is quite something.”

  The chanting continued. The crowd’s energy filled the arena.

  Haras joined in on the chanting for Roselle. She cpped her hands and cheered, “Roselle! Roselle! You can do it!”

  Kintovar turned to Haras with a hint of amusement. “So now the doctor who helped create them is joining as a cheerleader?”

  Haras, her eyes bright with enthusiasm, countered, “Oh, come on, Kintovar! You should cheer too! They’re your creations, after all.”

  Kintovar raised an eyebrow. “Now Haras, I don’t really think that’s really necessary…”

  Haras insisted, “Nonsense! You’ve got to get into the spirit of things. If anyone should be cheering, it’s you!”

  With a reluctant sigh but a smile tugging at her lips, Kintovar took a deep breath and joined in, adding her chant. “Roselle!”

  On the other side of the arena, a significant portion of the crowd fervently chanted,

  “Chalcon! Chalcon! Chalcon!”

  The chants for the Thunder Dragon Sword Master were just as enthusiastic as those for Roselle.

  A collection of swordsmen, with enthusiasm in their eyes, held up rge images of rge bdes which had different bded shapes. Most of them were curved differently than the standard sword shape. The images all bore the bold slogan: “Csh with This Bde!”

  The chants of “Chalcon! Chalcon!” cshed with “Roselle! Roselle!” as both groups vied for dominance in a showdown of fan loyalty.

  As the countdown reached the 30-second mark, the anticipation in the arena grew to a fever pitch. The Announcer’s boomed through the stadium with an energy that was able to match the excitement of the crowd.

  “Who’s gonna muster up the strength to rise before that timer hits zero? Will it be Roselle, Chalcon, or are we lookin’ at a scenario where neither of ’em makes it, and Cha walks away as the winner of the Western Practice Tournament? Stay tuned, folks, This is a real nail-biter and were gonna see soon how this one shakes out!”