The biting wind whistled through the hills, carrying with it the dust of the makeshift arena where Kael and Irelia were preparing for battle. The scene was calm, but the tension between them was palpable. Both were armed with their new swords, and the challenge between them was not just a matter of skill, but of showing who wielded the blade better.
Kael, with his Chillrend in hand, observed Irelia, who wielded her sword with unshakable confidence. He could feel the cold aura of the blade, its blue gleam threatening in the sunlight. He gripped it with a satisfied smile on his face, the chill radiating from the sword not affecting his confidence. With each moment, he seemed more eager to see what he could do with it.
