The Mirage Field shimmered with illusionary mist, the air thick with the energy of magic as Sevan and Shiloh stood at opposite ends. The announcer's voice rang through the arena, sharp and clear.
Aiden tightened his grip on the railing from the stands, watching as Sevan rolled his shoulders. Jarek and Rupert stood beside him, both focused on the fight.
"He has to be careful," Rupert muttered. "Shiloh's card magic isn't just for show."
With a flick of his wrist, a deck of cards appeared in Shiloh's hand, glowing with an eerie red light. He fanned them out, eyes gleaming with mischief, and threw three toward Sevan. They cut through the air like blades, too fast for the eye to track.
Sevan barely managed to raise a wall of water, but the moment the cards touched it, they didn't just stop.They exploded.
The force sent Sevan skidding back, his boots scraping against the illusory ground.
Aiden clenched his jaw. "He's fast."
