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Chapter seven

The cheers of the crowd echoed through the arena as witches celebrated their hard-fought victory. Tessa was overwhelmed too that they won

Tessa couldn't help but replay the match in her mind. The team of witches they had admired in training had displayed an unparalleled level of mastery. Their spells were executed flawlessly, their coordination seamless. It was as if they were dancing with magic, leaving no room for their opponents to breathe or counterattack.

Tessa's admiration had quickly turned into a gnawing sense of unease when she saw the victorious witches casting an ominous glance in their direction. The leader of the opposing team, a powerful sorceress named Aria, had locked eyes with Tessa, her expression twisted into an evil smirk. It was a clear message, a challenge that spoke volumes.

As the exhilaration of victory settled within the witches, the arena buzzed with anticipation for the finals. The announcer's voice boomed through the speakers, declaring their team's qualification, sending waves of excitement through the crowd.

Tessa's heart swelled with pride as she glanced at her teammates. They had faced formidable opponents, each battle demanding their utmost skill and resilience. But the hardest challenge lay ahead—the final showdown against the witches who had proven their power and prowess.

The atmosphere crackled with tension as the stage was set for the ultimate clash of supernatural abilities. Tessa's gaze locked with the witch she had admired during their training, her eyes gleaming with confidence and a hint of malice. It was clear that this battle would be anything but easy.

The crowd held its breath as the match commenced. Tessa, Lucas, and Tristan positioned themselves strategically, their eyes never leaving their opponents. The air thickened with magic, a palpable energy that intensified the suspense.

The witches launched the first assault, their movements fluid and precise. Spells crackled through the air, intertwining with the raw power of Tessa's team. Arcane barriers shimmered, protecting them from the onslaught, but it was clear that this battle would push them to their limits.

Tessa's mind raced, analyzing the witches' tactics. She had studied their abilities, their strengths and weaknesses. She knew that defeating them would require not just skill but also strategic thinking.

Lucas, his muscles rippling with anticipation, lunged forward with primal ferocity. He clashed with one of the witches, their powers colliding in a dazzling display of magic and brawn. Their battle danced on the edge of danger, each strike accompanied by a surge of power that threatened to engulf them all.

Tristan, his vampire speed unmatched, darted between spells, countering with lethal precision. His eyes glowed with determination as he anticipated the witches' moves, striking at their vulnerabilities with calculated aggression.

Tessa focused her energy, drawing upon her elemental affinity. She conjured storms of fire and gales of wind, using them to disrupt the witches' spellcasting. Her magic intertwined with Lucas and Tristan's, their combined efforts a symphony of power and skill.

The arena trembled with the clash of magic and will. Spells collided, creating explosions of light and sound that reverberated through the air. The spectators were on the edge of their seats, their eyes glued to the spectacle before them.

As the battle waged on, it became apparent that the witches were a force to be reckoned with. Their spells were precise and devastating, each strike pushing Tessa's team to their limits. Yet, they refused to yield, drawing strength from their unyielding bond and unwavering determination.

Conversations between Tessa and her teammates were short and filled with urgency. They exchanged brief nods, communicating their plans through unspoken understanding. In the midst of chaos, their trust in one another remained unwavering.

Minutes bled into hours as the fight raged on, the arena transforming into a battlefield of magic and willpower. The spectators watched in awe and anticipation, their hearts pounding with every twist and turn of the battle.

With every passing moment, Tessa's admiration for the witches grew. Their skill, their cunning, and their unyielding determination to emerge victorious fueled her determination. She knew that they had to push themselves further, tap into reserves of strength they didn't know they possessed.

But just as Tessa's team began to gain momentum, the witches unleashed a devastating spell. A torrent of dark energy surged toward them, a malevolent force seeking to engulf their every hope and dream.

Tessa's eyes widened in realization, her instincts screaming a warning. "Dodge!" she shouted, her voice barely audible over the chaos.

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