The Galam festival magical duels continued, each match filled with anticipation and wonder. The stadium buzzed with excitement as Elara Novastra and Zephyr Stormbringer stepped into the stone ring, ready to showcase their magical prowess. Roy, despite his exhaustion, watched with keen interest, knowing that the next battle would be just as captivating as his own.
The atmosphere in the stadium crackled with energy as Elara Novastra and Zephyr Stormbringer prepared for their magical duel. Both contestants exuded confidence, their expressions determined, and their magical auras hinted at the power they possessed. The crowd's anticipation was palpable, and they fell into a hushed silence as Yuki gave the signal to begin the match.
Elara and Zephyr wasted no time. Elara, with a wave of her hand, conjured a swirling vortex of wind, which danced around her like a protective barrier. Zephyr, in response, summoned bolts of lightning that crackled around him, forming a protective aura.
Roy, his exhaustion momentarily forgotten, watched in awe as the two contestants displayed their elemental magic with finesse and control. Elara's wind and Zephyr's lightning interacted in a mesmerizing dance, creating an intricate display of elemental mastery.
The crowd, just as captivated as Roy, marveled at the spectacle before them. The Galam festival's magical duels were not just battles; they were a celebration of magic in all its forms. As Elara and Zephyr continued to weave their spells, the spectators knew they were in for an extraordinary show of talent and power.
After several minutes, the battle was won by Elara.
The stadium erupted into thunderous applause as Elara Novastra emerged victorious, her mastery over the wind prevailing in the intense duel. Roy, along with the rest of the audience, cheered for her, appreciating the skill and determination she had displayed.
Gerd:Geez, she was really good!
Dimai:That Zephyr wasn't bad either.
Roy nodded in agreement, his exhaustion momentarily forgotten in the excitement of the moment.
Roy: They both showcased incredible skills. The level of talent in this festival is truly awe-inspiring.
Lilian: It just goes to show how diverse and powerful magical abilities can be. I'm so proud to be a part of this community.
Eros: Absolutely, and we have more duels to look forward to. I can't wait to see what the next matches will bring!
Yuki: The next match will be fought between... Erik Sjöberg, of the Galam guild school and Raimond Hirinoglü, of the Royal Magic Academy of Glorial!
Gerd:Oh, it's Erik's turn!
Dimai:I hope for him.
The announcement of the next match between Erik Sjöberg and Raimond Hirinoglü added another layer of anticipation to the already electrifying atmosphere in the stadium. Roy and his friends exchanged excited glances, their enthusiasm renewed by the prospect of witnessing another thrilling magical duel.
As Erik and Raimond stepped into the stone ring, the crowd's energy reached a new peak.
Erik refused to draw his sword.
Raimond:(Contemptuous) What is it, Vilgan? Don't tell me you want to fight me with your bare hands.
Erik, standing tall in the stone ring, met Raimond's contemptuous gaze with unwavering determination. His refusal to draw his sword spoke volumes, showcasing his confidence in his magical abilities. The crowd fell into a hushed silence, waiting for Erik's response.
Erik (calmly): Magic is my weapon of choice. I don't need a sword to defeat you.
Raimond's expression shifted from contempt to a mix of surprise and annoyance. He hadn't expected Erik's bold declaration, and it seemed to rattle his confidence.
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Galam's Chronicles
FantasyThere was a time when humans and demons were perpetually at war, but there was a time of lies and exploitation, where legendary men didn't know who the real enemy was.
