Despite leading a highly secretive life, Dreng possesses an extensive knowledge of Amara's every move. He can anticipate her swinging stance, detect her facial twitches when something catches her attention, and recognize when she is unimpressed. At this moment, she views him as insignificant as an ant.

However, Dreng sees this as an opportunity. With his massive hands, he firmly grasps a nearby tree and effortlessly uproots it, causing the roots and earth to levitate in the air. He hurls the tree towards Amara, who swiftly ducks, only to be confronted by a forest of trees. As she seeks cover, she can feel the ground beneath her slowly crumbling due to Dreng's actions.

Amara continues to evade the onslaught of trees, gracefully maneuvering past them as she closes the distance between them. Dreng can't help but smile, fully expecting her to react in such a manner. Suddenly, a shadow engulfs Amara as a tree crashes down from above. She quickly clings onto a nearby tree, but before she can react, that same tree is flung into the air. Amara tightly grips onto the bark, her face contorted by the strong winds.

The tree arcs, ready to descend with her, but more trees emerge from the ground, darting towards her. She leaps from one flying tree to another, propelling herself towards the ground, paying no mind to the sound of timber cracking from her previous platforms.

Just as her feet are about to touch the earth, Dreng appears from behind, his imposing presence heightened by his shadow. He prepares to deliver a devastating punch. The ground trembles, revealing a massive crater as the trees from above finally crash down. The area is now transformed into an open field. As the clouds disperse, the moonlight illuminates the scene. Amara, wielding a single blade, blocks the force of the impact, creating a comet-like hole. Dreng stumbles backward, stunned yet predicted the outcome.

I knew even after a century, you hasn't slackened in your discipline, he muses. "I see, so you're a caster too," Amara remarks, wiping away the dust that has accumulated on her blade. "And from my estimation, it appears you have mastery over gravity."

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Bullseye! A bead of sweat trickles down his face. He quickly wipes it away and clasps his hands together.

"I must admit, your powers of observation are as sharp as the legends claim." The branches of the trees start hurtling towards Amara. She dodges most of them, but one grazes her.

They all seem to be drawn to her. Instinctively, Amara inspects her blade. A tattoo mark. So if his power is gravity, he's manipulating the surroundings to converge on her weapon.

Dreng seizes the moment to launch another attack. His fist swings towards Amara. She blocks it with her blade, but feels a sharp pain in her back. Dreng's grin widens. A massive tree trunk was digging into her spine. She retreats. Dreng pursues, unleashing a flurry of blows that Amara skillfully blocks. She decides to switch her grip on the blade.

Amara tosses her sword aside, which is quickly enveloped by the ground and tree bark.

Now it's time for you to grab your next one.

Amara pants heavily and grabs another one of her blades. Another mark. She knows she can't prolong the fight.

Now, you have no choice but to...

Assuming a different stance, she places four tattoo marks on her weapon and a pink energy surges through her, the illumination blending with the night, creating a purple aura around the area.

Dreng is horrified. His research only mentioned her ability to control steel.

This was not part of the plan.

Chills run through his body. "Run," his instincts warn him. Before it's too late. But Dreng stands his ground. He understands that if he runs now, he'll forfeit his life. He needs to take a stand, he needs to fight, he needs to avenge his brethren.

He seizes a stone and hurls it at Amara, and in an instant, both the stone and Amara begin to be engulfed by stone and earth, creating a massive dome that almost looks planetary from a distance. It ascends into the sky. Dreng gasps heavily and collapses to the ground.

"Yes, I did it. I finally have avenged—"

"Brave warrior," a celestial voice escapes Amara's parched lips as she now stands atop the rocky dome. The moonlight reflects off her flowing white hair. "For your ability to harm me, I shall demonstrate true power." Without taking a step, she closes the gap between her and Dreng, her now pink eyes growing, peering deep into his soul.

As her blade swings, Dreng attempts to counter by making the blade heavier, but his right arm is cleaved from his body, blood gushing out. He crumples to the ground, feeling death's grip on him. He gazes up, only to see Amara's unimpressed expression, her eyes no longer emitting their usual hazel glow. Then everything fades to black, hoping his people will forgive him.