As Kyren lay on the ground, paralyzed and helpless, a familiar nightmare began to unfold in his mind. The silhouette girl, the haunting figure from his dreams, appeared before him. Her voice was cold and cutting, filled with contempt.

"Are you...... this weak?" she hissed. 'What are you doing with your life? You are just wasting your time," she taunted, her words slicing through Kyren’s mind like a blade.

The arena around him faded as the nightmare took hold. The silhouette girl’s words echoed in his ears, a cruel reminder of his fears and enigmatic identity. Kyren’s heart pounded in his chest, his breath ragged and shallow. The paralysis tightened its grip while the surrounding turning in to his past nightmares making him insane.

...

But suddenly, a blinding light flashed, casting a harsh glow across his face. For a moment, he was blinded and disoriented. When his vision cleared, he saw a vivid image before him: Hiro and the Heart Blade Guild Squad, blissfully relaxing at Sandhills Beach, laughter and camaraderie radiating from the scene. The serenity was abruptly shattered as the image morphed into a grim memory—his secret mission, during which he had stumbled upon the Scroll in the library, intended for him to give to Rezhura.

Suddenly, reality snapped back into focus. The vision of Hiro’s peaceful moment at Sandhills Beach was replaced by a jarring scene: Calir was already being announced as the new GA. The gravity of the situation hit hard, and Kyren felt a surge of panic and frustration. He bit his tongue so hard that it bled, the sharp pain jolting him out of his paralysis. Struggling to stand, his voice cut through the tension.

"Not yet.." wiping the blood from his mouth. "I'm still here," Kyren declared

"Ohh... The match isn't over." The Vice President announced.

"Maybe I'll do what Hiro have done."

Kyren was thinking of a plan to beat Calir.

"Yeah, I have a better chance if I do that."

Calir's eyes flared with fury as he glared at Kyren, his anger palpable. The prospect of claiming the GA position seemed increasingly within reach, and he was determined to end the fight swiftly. The battle’s intensity surged as Calir’s frustration boiled over, his desire to assert dominance overriding any remaining patience.

Kyren trying to remained calm and execute his plan, he close his eyes for seconds and cleaning his daggers he wanted to shown that Calir is not a threat. "Bring it on, Mr. Newly Crowned 16th GA." Finally Kyren opened his eyes ready for Calir's attack.

“You’re pathetic, Kyren,” Calir growled, his voice dripping with disdain. “You think you can play games with me?.... You think you can fool me with your tricks?” Calir figure it out what's Kyren trying to portray.

Calir’s started to attack with fury was barely contained as he bore down on Kyren, his attacks coming faster and harder.

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Kyren, weaving effortlessly between Calir’s furious strikes, flashed a grin. “My tricks?, huh? Maybe. But I’m too lazy to play a trick with you. Is this really the best you’ve got? I expected more from the new 16th GA.”

"Bitch you almost died from that student." Calir pointed the unconscious student on the ground that stabbed Kyren.

"HAHAHA, You are really air-headed huh? you still don't understand that it was all part of the plan." Kyren made up a story. "Honestly I really can't wait to beat you 1 on 1, now that it happened I thought it was a destiny isn't?"

"Yeah It was a destiny that you will die on my hands." Calir said, starting to power up more.

As the battle raged on, Calir’s frustration turned into raw power. He channeled his fiery and lightning-infused roots with fierce determination, creating a blazing aura that crackled with energy. The air around him shimmered with heat and electricity, making his attacks even more formidable.

Kyren struggled to keep up with the intensified assault doubling his effort just not to evade the attacks but to resist the heat. The combination of fire and lightning was overwhelming, and despite his best efforts to dodge and evade, the sheer force of Calir’s attacks was too much.

“Enough running.” With a powerful surge, Calir unleashed a devastating long range lightning strike that slammed into Kyren caught off guard, sending him hurtling through the air. Kyren’s body flew across the battlefield and crashed into the ground with a resounding thud, creating a massive cloud of dust and debris.

The battlefield fell silent for a moment as the dust began to settle. Calir, breathing heavily from the exertion, scanned the area for any sign of his opponent. As the smoke cleared, he spotted Kyren lying near Zeeha’s fallen body.

But what caught Calir’s attention was something unexpected: Kyren had taken Zeeha’s glove. His confusion was palpable as he tried to make sense of the situation.

“What is he doing?” Calir muttered, his eyes narrowing in bewilderment.

“Trying to call for backup? She won’t wake up, and even if she does, I’ll still beat both of you,” Calir thought.

Kyren, struggling to rise amidst the debris, clutched the stolen glove tightly. His face was bruised and bloodied, but a defiant glint remained in his eyes. He glanced at Zeeha’s unconscious form and then back at Calir.

"Just surrender already." Calir said, catching his breathe.

As the battle continued, Kyren noticed something crucial: Calir was beginning to show signs of exhaustion. His once-fluid movements were becoming more labored, and the intensity of his attacks was waning. The strain of maintaining his fire and lightning roots was taking its toll.

Kyren saw his chance. After Calir released an electric root, he expected Kyren to dodge it, but instead, Kyren blocked it with the gloves he got from Zeeha, and pressed the advantage. Calir was momentarily shocked as Kyren charged forward, blocking the lightning strike. With a calculated move, Kyren landed a blow with his dagger that struck Calir hard, sending him staggering back. Calir tried to stop the wound from bleeding, visibly injured, his breathing ragged as he struggled to stay on his feet.

"The blade is a little bit dull, It didn't cut as I expected." Kyren looked at the dagger.

“Looks like your energy is running low,” Kyren taunted, his voice dripping with mockery. “How does it feel to be on the losing end for once?”

Calir, grimacing in pain, tried to muster a response but was clearly struggling. He looked around desperately, his fury evident. “You are really testing my patience Kyren!”

Just as Calir seemed on the verge of collapse, he fumbled in his pocket and pulled out a small vial. With a determined look, he uncorked it and downed the contents in one swift motion. The effect was almost immediate; his body healed and surged with renewed energy, his aura flaring back to life with even greater intensity than before.

Kyren’s eyes widened in shock. “A power-up drug.”

Calir’s expression hardened into a mask of resolve. “You thought you had me? Now the real battle begins."