Bab 70: SOFIA'S POV

As the group stage of the tournament commenced, Sofia stood on the edge of her designated platform, feeling the weight of the moment pressing down on her. The roar of the crowd was distant, muffled by her intense focus. This was it—the chance to prove herself among the best.

She stepped forward onto the platform, her grip tightening around her new scepter. It was an elegant piece, forged from a pale blue crystal that seemed to pulse with an inner light. Intricate silver veins ran along its length, and a diamond-shaped shard of pure ice floated at the top, suspended by her magic. The scepter felt cold to the touch, yet it resonated with a warmth that mirrored her own dual mastery of light and ice.

Facing her was a tall boy, broad-shouldered and exuding raw strength. His sword gleamed in the sunlight, and his eyes locked onto hers with fierce determination. Sofia could see the confidence in his stance, but she met it with her own unshakable resolve.