Amidst the loud noise the spectators make, I and Aeron are in the arena. The tall wraith knight looks at me his misty eyes filled with hatred and disdain. I don't recognize the armor he wears, it seems ethereal just like his body. The glaive he wields seems very real on the other hand. The steel shines as if it has never been in battle, runic encryption on the mistlike metal shows that it has some enchanted properties.

I summon my blood-bound spear, My killing intent matching that of his. Both our eyes flicker with a flash of light as we use appraisal, mine a light green resembling that of a pure emerald whilst his appraisal a dull gray resembling that of endless fog.

-Wraith Knight of The Queen-

Name: Aeron

Information:

[Queen's Chosen] [Veteran Duelist] [WIlling Servant] [Magical resistance] [Physical Resistance]

[Ethereal] [Trained By Her Highness] [Unbroken] [Mage Slayer] [Mental Fortitude]

[Fog Of Illusion] [Executioner] [Unwavering Loyalty] [Way of The Glaive] [Soul Bound]

Further Information:

[Queen's Chosen]: This individual is chosen as the champion of his queen.

[Veteran Duelist]: The individual has plenty of experience in duels and could be considered a veteran.

[WIlling Servant]: This person has of his own volition decided to be in servitude towards another.

[Magical resistance]: This person has resistance against magical damage and effects.

[Physical Resistance]: This individual has resistance against physical damage and lowers the chance of having injuries because of a physical effect.

[Ethereal]: This being is ethereal, attacks that do not harm the individual's essence will not harm him. All ethereal beings have the possibility to travel through masses that do not harm their essence.

[Trained By Her Highness]: This individual has been vigorously trained under a high-ranking member of his society.

[Unbroken]: This individual cannot fall to madness or be bound by any means.

[Mage Slayer]: This individual is experienced in slaying mages and should be considered as a proficient fighter against them.

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[Mental Fortitude]: This person's mental capabilities are higher than the average person.

[Fog Of Illusion]: this individual is capable of summoning a fog-like aura that will enthrall all opponents to see false visions.

[Executioner]: This person is an individual that has murdered many under the order of an authority.

[Unwavering Loyalty]: The individual's loyalty towards his benefactor shall not be broken by his own volition.

[Way of The Glaive]: This person is an expert in wielding the glaive.

[Soul Bound] The individual's soul is bound to another. This will share the soul's strengths and weaknesses with each other.

'Well, aren't you quite the bother?' I think, cursing my opponent under my breath.

A priest moves towards the center of the arena, under immense pressure as he stands between our colliding auras filled with killing intent.

"The duel commences in 3…2….1… Begin!" The priest shouts with the crowd joining in.

I make my way towards Aeron, not in a rush but in a confident walk. He reciprocates as he walks toward me as well. The distance between is about 10 meters now as I decide to summon my blood darkness wings. Using my wings, I rush towards Aeron at an incredible pace.

His glaive and my spear collide, momentum in my favor as I manage to push him back 3 meters before he's capable of holding himself firm once more. Our auras clash giving quite the contrast, mine is black and red whilst his aura is gray and light blue.

Seeing that the momentum favors me, I keep on attacking with my blood-bound spear. I don't manage to land any worthwhile hits as the defense he manages to put up is quite impressive.

Using my superior mobility I try to strike him from the bottom left before quickly changing my direction to the top right. The movement speed the magically created wings gave me is quite incredible as I seem to be able to land a strike. My spear makes contact with the body of the wraith knight, but suddenly it's as if his body isn't there anymore. The spear while clearly striking his body continues as if it hit nothing. My surprise couldn't last long as a sudden impact hits my face. Aeron's fist hits me square across the face, A metallic taste across my mouth as my lips bleed from the impact of the punch. Luckily, I manage to regain my balance quickly and create a bit of distance otherwise I would have also been hit by the glaive he carries.

'So, I guess my spear doesn't really attack his essence.' I think to myself, remembering that he's an ethereal being.

'I thought it would hit him considering it's made out of mana, but that doesn't seem to be the case. However, I'm also certain that he can't attack me whilst in an ethereal state. His punch landed when my spear had already passed him, he could have just sliced me up whilst my spear was inside him.' I think, trying to analyze the situation.

Aeron doesn't seem that eager to let me figure out too much as he comes toward me. Momentum is now in his favor as I'm more on the back foot in this exchange. A fog-like aura starts to surround us.

'This must be the fog of illusion, better keep my distance.' I think to myself as I fly up in the air.

Looking at the fog below me, I start to think about any possible ways to break illusions and distance attacks that I could use for this battle.

Seeing that we have no clear vision of each other, I create a circle of darkness surrounding the fog.

'You're in there somewhere.'

"Devour." I call out, commanding the darkness imbued with my blood magic to eat all forms of life and mana in its vicinity. The fog gets swallowed by my darkness as an empty arena is all I see.

Suddenly I feel a sharp pain in my chest, I look down at the glaive that managed to stab me from behind. Aeron, the wraith knight floats behind me, as fog starts to surround him once more.