*The duel circle hummed. Runes glowed.
Veyra stood still, arms folded. Across from her—Lyra, calm and radiant.*
“You don’t have to fight me,” *Lyra said.
Veyra smirked.* “You act like you’re the answer. I’m just here to prove the question was wrong.”
*Lightning curled up her arm. The void whispered: Not yet.
Lyra didn’t flinch. And that’s what scared Veyra most.
Not the power. The possibility she might be real.*
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