Kael barely had time to register the thin line of blood running down his shoulder before Charlotte pressed the attack. There was no hesitation in her movements—no pause to acknowledge the significance of her strike. She had drawn first blood, but to her, it was just the beginning.
Her spear lashed out in a rapid barrage, each thrust sharper and faster than the last. Kael gritted his teeth as he parried with his celestial sword, but with every block, he found himself shifting further back. Charlotte wasn't just attacking—she was controlling the pace, dictating the flow of battle with relentless pressure.
The crowd had erupted into absolute chaos.
"She's pushing him back!"
"Kael's on the defensive? No way!"
Jean was practically shaking with excitement, gripping the edge of the railing in front of her. "Holy shit! Charlotte's actually—"
"Winning," Elara finished, her violet eyes locked onto the fight. "She's outpacing him."
