The grand training hall of the Academy hummed with a low, vibrant energy as Dune and Mindia squared off for the last time before their long trial journey.
Green Neba flickered around them, casting an ethereal glow on their determined faces.
Dune tightened his grip on his sword, its blade shimmering with his Neba. Opposite him, Mindia spun her scythe with practiced ease, the weapon singing through the air.
They had trained together for a month, their bond forged through sweat, effort, and mutual respect. Today, however, they were not just sparring partners, they were opponents.
"Ready?" Mindia's eyes sparkled with challenge.
Dune nodded, his gaze steady. "Always."
They launched at each other simultaneously, the clash of their auras producing a sharp crack that reverberated through the hall.