moment Rena's blazing fist collided with Jin's abdomen, a sharp crack echoed through the training hall. Jin was hurled backward with brutal force, crashing against the stone floor. His breath escaped in a harsh gasp as the impact drove the air from his lungs. The fire in Rina's eyes only deepened, fierce and unyielding.
Jin lay still for a heartbeat, then slowly rose, his crimson gaze narrowing. With a subtle flick of his wrist, a shimmering emerald glow enveloped his body. The green mana of the moon spiraled through his veins, knitting torn flesh and mending shattered bones. The pain ebbed away, replaced by a renewed vigor.
"Not bad, half-dragon," Jin murmured, voice low and laced with amused scorn. "You pack quite the punch."
Before Rena could respond, he surged forward, the intensity in his eyes shifting to something colder and more lethal. Suddenly, his sword, Nihil, ignited with brilliant blue flames crackling with golden lightning — the dreaded power of the Blue Moon of Destruction.
"Let's see if you can keep up with this," he taunted, swinging the blade with a devastating arc. The fiery blade sliced through the air, cutting apart the barrage of fiery spears Rena launched with ease.
Rena's lips curled into a daring smirk as she pushed herself harder, her limbs moving with fluid grace and unrestrained ferocity. "You'll have to do better than that, Jin. I'm just getting started."
Jin's free hand rose, energy swirling rapidly, coalescing into a vortex of blue mana. The roaring storm twisted into a dense orb crackling with golden lightning, a comet of raw power. He launched it at her, a brilliant spear of destruction streaking through the air, leaving a radiant trail of sparks and thunder behind.
Without hesitation, Rena summoned a dense sphere of silvery flames, darker at the edges, and hurled it forward to collide with Jin's attack. The two orbs met with a cataclysmic explosion, sending shockwaves rippling across the training chamber. Stones cracked, dust billowed, and the very air vibrated with energy.
Through the haze, Jin invoked the ancient sword technique — The Moon's First Slash, the Crescent Cleaver. The blade flashed with pure moonlight, carving a luminous arc through the chaos as he advanced, relentless and precise.
"Come on, Rena. Show me that fiery spirit of yours," Jin's voice was both a challenge and a provocation.
Rena's eyes blazed brighter, her stance steady despite the pounding of her heart. "I'm not here to play games with you, Jin. I'm here to take everything you've got—and then some."
Their clash was a symphony of fire and steel, a storm where light met shadow, and two wills collided in an unyielding dance of power.
...
Heat: What do you think? Do you want to kiss Sion, Amelia, or Lilia?