Kain stepped onto Stage One to the hum of tension crackling in the air.
Addison stood across from him, fire swirling at her heels, shoulders squared and eyes locked on him with gleaming determination. The heat in her aura pulsed like a prelude to an explosion.
"Don't go easy on me," she called across the arena. "I didn't come this far for charity."
Kain sighed. "I was trying to be considerate."
"Don't."
He smirked. "Fine. But if you cry, I'm making fun of you."
"Bring it, Father-in-Law."
Kain flinched. The disease had spread.
The referee raised his hand. "Match start!"
Addison didn't hesitate.
Four flares of fiery light burst out around her—each one swirling into a winged fire-attribute spiritual creature—similar but different from her twin's A-ranked affinity for winged wind-attribute spiritual creatures.
