The air crackled with electricity as the mages gathered in the clearing, each one focused on the magical circle in front of them. They were here for one purpose: to summon heroic spirits, powerful entities from another realm who could fight on their behalf.

Among the mages was a young woman named Yara. She had trained for years to master the art of magic, hoping to one day summon a heroic spirit of her own. She stood nervously, watching as the other mages began their incantations, their voices rising in unison.

Yara closed her eyes and took a deep breath, focusing on the image of the spirit she wanted to summon. She had heard stories of a legendary hero who wielded a sword of light, and she hoped that he would answer her call.

As the incantation reached its climax, a bright light burst forth from the circle, illuminating the entire clearing. Yara shielded her eyes, struggling to maintain her concentration as the light grew brighter and brighter.

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When it finally subsided, she opened her eyes to find a figure standing before her. It was a man, tall and muscular, with piercing blue eyes and a shock of white hair. He wore armor that shone like the sun, and in his hand, he held a sword that glowed with a brilliant light.

Yara knew immediately that she had succeeded in summoning the heroic spirit she had hoped for. She felt a surge of pride and excitement, but also a sense of apprehension. She knew that the battle royale was about to begin, and that the stakes were higher than ever before.

As the other mages finished their summonings, the spirits began to gather around their summoners, waiting for the signal to begin. Yara took a deep breath, steeling herself for what was to come.

She looked around at the other mages, each one focused and determined. They were all here for the same reason: to prove themselves as the greatest mage and to claim the prize that awaited the victor.

Yara raised her hand, signaling the start of the battle. In an instant, the spirits leapt forward, their weapons flashing in the sunlight. The battle had begun, and Yara knew that the fate of her world hung in the balance.