The Legend of Amaryah
A small light flickered by everyone's chests, signalling that they have all been subjected to the curse of the gods if there was any dishonesty done throughout the match.
Amaryah could feel the tingling excitement the witches were radiating, but she knew they couldn't recklessly be found out now that there were too many elders here. She felt Seraph in her spiritual space, preparing and concentrating. She seemed excited as well.
With distaste in her mouth at the current decline of duel quality at present, she called out her spirit, Seraph, in a single breath once the duel had officially begun.
"Seraphim."
A strong gust of wind suddenly hit the peak. It was like a storm was coming. The nobles,
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