The Essence Flow-Chapter 119: Sparks Before the Storm
As Towan walked back to the group, Elliot clapped his shoulder.
“Remind me not to spar with you for fun anymore.”
“You assumed it was
ever
fun?”
Sylra smirked. “Well,
that
raised the bar.”
Alira just blinked. “Wait... what element
does
he use?”
Towan just smiled. “I’ll let you know when I figure it out.”
The names echoed through the arena like sparks before a storm.
“Next match: Sylra Auren vs. Alira Veyne.”
Whispers rippled through the student section.
“Wait,
that’s
Sylra?”
“She’s ranked first, right? Didn’t she knock out a third-year during a spar?”
“She’s the wind one. The
really
fast one.”
Alira inhaled slowly and stepped forward, her braid swinging behind her like a comet tail. Her hands tightened at her sides—not out of fear, but focus. Her nerves burned clean. She’d been training for this.
Across the arena, Sylra rolled her shoulders with casual grace.
Storm-gray uniform. Sleeves rolled. Expression unreadable, save for a quiet glint of
anticipation
.
Towan leaned forward in the balcony. “This’ll be good.”
Kaelin raised her hand.
“Begin.”
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FWOOOM.
Alira moved first.
Fire
flared
in a tight ring around her, a radiant burst of control—not wild, but
disciplined.
She narrowed her stance, launching three flame-formed arcs in quick succession. Not blasts—
slicing trails
, curved like sickles.
Sylra
vanished
.
A gust of wind swept across the arena as she reappeared a few meters to Alira’s right, her cloak snapping like a whip.
No flare. No warning. Just
movement
.
Alira pivoted instinctively, launching a focused burst toward Sylra’s position.
The flames missed—barely—as Sylra dipped into a low dash, almost skating across the stone with wind-assisted slides.
Kaelin raised an eyebrow. “That’s... Wind Skim. High-grade technique. She’s using it
casually
.”
On the sidelines, Elliot winced. “She moves like she’s not touching the floor.”
Jyn, arms crossed and eyes sharp, watched without comment.
Alira planted her feet and
clapped her palms together
—flames surged upward in a spiraling dome around her.
A defensive stance. A thinking move.
Sylra didn’t hesitate.
She stepped
into
the spiral.
FWOOSH—CRACK—WHIP.
A flash of silver wind coiled around Sylra’s arm like a ribbon, slicing through Alira’s flame dome with surgical force.
Alira threw herself back—narrowly avoiding a clean hit—but landed hard, boots skidding.
Her eyes widened.
Towan whistled. “She cut fire with
wind.
”
“She’s not just fast,” Len muttered under her breath, folding her arms. “She’s
clean.
”
Alira raised her hand, and fire erupted in three pronged lines along the floor—like the teeth of a trap closing in. The crowd gasped.
Sylra leapt.
One spin. One gust.
BOOM.
Wind burst beneath her like an inverted explosion—launching her over the trap. Her cloak fluttered like wings as she soared, angled,
twisted
—
And landed directly in front of Alira.
Before Alira could react—
TAP.
Sylra’s palm touched her shoulder.
“Point.”
Kaelin’s voice cut through the silence. “Match complete. Sylra wins.”
The dome of flame sputtered out, leaving only faint scorch marks behind.
Sylra stepped back, nodding respectfully.
“You’ve improved,” she said quietly.
Alira panted, a faint sheen of sweat on her brow, but her hands didn’t shake. “I almost had you with the trap.”
“You did,” Sylra admitted. “If I’d flinched.”
From above, murmurs filled the air.
“Alira’s flames were so tight—she’s definitely entrance tier.”
“Did you see how she
baited
the first strike?”
“Still couldn’t touch Sylra, though…”
Towan leaned over to Elliot. “You can’t beat wind with just fire. You need timing.”
“And maybe a jetpack,” Elliot muttered.
Chapter 119: Sparks Before the Storm
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