Fiesa stood tall.
Cold. Deadly.
Her eyes locked onto Dyn.
Fiesa (low, sharp, unforgiving): "I'm Fiesa."
And in the next instant—
BAM!
With blinding speed, she struck the Sattira holding her.
One—down.
Two—down.
Before Dyn could even blink.
Dyn stumbled back.
Her hands glowed with Arcane energy.
But she was too stunned to attack.
She had spent her entire career hunting criminals.
Tracking Vysheks.
Fighting the worst of the worst.
But this?
This was something else.
This was powerful. Precise. Ruthless.
And worst of all—
It was Elysia’s face.
Dyn (breathless, barely processing it): "What in the—?"
But Fiesa wasn’t waiting for her to recover.
Her eyes locked onto the book in Dyn’s hands.
Her voice came out sharper than a blade.
Fiesa (cold, final, unwavering): "Give me that book."
Dyn snapped back to reality.
Her grip on the book tightened.
She inhaled.
Focused.
The shock was gone.
The fire was back.
Her smirk returned.
Dyn (challenging, confident, provoking): "Oh, you want this? Come take it."
Fiesa’s jaw tightened.
Her fingers curled.
Her voice dropped.
A warning.
Fiesa (low, menacing, deadly serious): "Don’t make me do this."
Dyn didn’t blink.
Didn’t hesitate.
Her hand moved to her Bracon.
She pressed the emergency beacon.
Dyn (sharp, fast, commanding): "Backup required in Rilk F3/4! I found her. I repeat—"
CRACK!
Fiesa’s Arcane crushed the Bracon.
Shattering it into nothing.
Dyn’s hand dropped.
Her smile widened.
Dyn (quiet, fearless, amused): "Oh, you don’t know how much I want this."
She set the book aside.
And raised her fists.
Taking her stance.
Ready.
Fiesa exhaled.
Then charged.
Dyn struck first.
A fast Arcane blast—
Fiesa dodged.
Just barely.
The impact trembled the walls.
Dyn smirked.
Dyn (taunting, eyes gleaming with fire): "Let’s do this."
BOOM!
Fiesa countered.
Her Arcane lashed out—
Dyn dodged, rolled.
The blast smashed into the wall—
Burning it black.
Dyn rushed in.
Fiesa blocked her punch—
Twisted—struck back.
A fast exchange.
Fist to fist. Arcane to Arcane.
One strike from Dyn—
Fiesa blocked. Countered.
A hit from Fiesa—
Dyn took it, barely staggered.
Both were skilled.
Both were lethal.
It wasn’t a fight of brute force.
It was a dance of survival.
Dyn ducked under a strike—
Rammed her shoulder into Fiesa.
Fiesa stumbled back—
But recovered in an instant.
She spun—
Her foot slammed into Dyn’s ribs.
CRACK.
Dyn gasped—
But fought through the pain.
She grabbed Fiesa’s arm—
Pulled her in—flipped her over.
THUD!
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Fiesa hit the ground—hard.
Dyn lunged—
But Fiesa kicked out.
Her foot slammed into Dyn’s knee—
Sending her crashing down.
Both were panting.
Sweating.
But neither backed down.
Dyn threw a final punch—
Fiesa dodged—
And struck back.
A full-powered Arcane blast.
BOOM!
Dyn flew back—
Crashing into the wall.
She groaned.
Struggled to get up.
Fiesa didn’t wait.
Her eyes snapped to the book.
She grabbed it.
And ran.
Dyn forced herself up.
Her Bracon was destroyed.
But she still had her voice.
She activated the school’s security beacon.
Her voice rang through the entire system.
Dyn (breathless, pained, but fierce): "She’s on the loose! I repeat—she’s on the loose! Cover the Rilk Building!"
She stumbled forward.
Then sprinted after her.
Fiesa was fast.
But Dyn was relentless.
She wouldn’t lose her again.
Not this time.
Fiesa burst out of the building.
And froze.
Her escape was cut off.
Sattira. Rashily. Wigors.
All waiting.
All armed.
No shadows to hide in.
No darkness to cover her.
And worst of all—
It was broad daylight.
She stood exposed.
Before the entire school.
Before everyone.
No more hiding.
No more mystery.
No more secrets.
For the first time—
They saw her.
And what they saw shocked them.
Because it wasn’t a faceless fugitive.
It wasn’t some unknown Vyshek.
It was Elysia.
But they didn’t know the truth.
They didn’t know this wasn’t her.
They didn’t know Elysia and Fiesa were different.
All they saw—
Was their brightest student.
Standing there as a criminal.
Meshis stared in disbelief.
Meshis (whispering, numb, shaken): "Elysia…?"
Cami felt her heart drop.
Cami (weak, whispering, coughing hard): "No…"
Barem stepped forward, eyes wide.
Barem (stunned, unable to process it): "It… can’t be."
Medisa remained still.
But her expression darkened.
Her voice came out sharp.
Medisa (low, direct, powerful): "Contain her. Now."
A Sattira stepped forward.
Her gun locked on.
Sattira 1 (firm, commanding, steady voice): "Stand down. You are at point of 12 assault guns and 6 Rashily."
She tightened her grip.
Her next words were final.
Sattira 1 (cold, unwavering, merciless): "Surrender yourself."
Fiesa stood still.
The book clutched in her hands.
The world against her.
Her face was unreadable.
Her heart was steady.
And in the silence—
She smiled.
Because surrender?
Was never an option.
The Sattira and Rashily closed in.
Step by step.
Their weapons raised.
Their eyes locked onto her.
No fear.
No hesitation.
Their voices boomed in unison.
Rashily 1 (sharp, commanding, final warning): "Put the book down. Get on your knees."
Fiesa didn’t move.
Didn’t flinch.
Didn’t surrender.
Her eyes scanned the area.
Any escape?
Any vulnerability?
Nothing.
She was surrounded.
And then—
She saw her.
Elysia.
Not physically.
Not real.
But she was there.
Beautiful. Kind.
Only Fiesa could see her.
Because Elysia was a part of her.
And Fiesa was a part of her.
Their eyes met.
And in that moment, Fiesa felt something she never had before.
Doubt.
Elysia (soft, pleading, desperate): "Fiesa… no. Please. No more."
Fiesa gritted her teeth.
Her fists clenched tighter around the book.
Fiesa (low, intense, unwavering): "Elysia! Let me protect you!"
Elysia took a step forward.
Tears in her eyes.
Elysia (shaking her head, begging): "No! Surrender. I'll talk to them. We'll find another way out."
The Rashily’s voice cut through the air.
Rashily 2 (louder, harsher, final warning): "ON YOUR KNEES!"
Fiesa’s jaw tightened.
She could hear their Arcane charging up.
She could hear the weapons unlocking.
Her voice dropped to a whisper.
Fiesa (soft, but firm, final decision made): "There’s no other way. They’re going to hurt us."
Elysia (pleading, breaking, voice cracking): "Please. Don't do this. They are my friends. You are my friend."
Fiesa’s eyes flickered.
Something inside her twisted.
But she couldn’t stop.
She wouldn’t stop.
Not when Elysia’s life was in danger.
Fiesa (low, whispering, final words to Elysia): "That's why I’m doing this. To protect you."
The Sattira and Rashily stepped closer.
Just a few steps away.
Their voices hardened.
Their patience was gone.
Rashily 3 (sharp, cold, merciless): "THIS IS YOUR LAST WARNING! ON YOUR KNEES—NOW!"
And in that moment—
Fiesa made her choice.
Fiesa closed her eyes.
Summoned her Arcane.
Her hands glowed purple.
Bright. Powerful. Deadly.
Elysia screamed.
Elysia (desperate, horrified): "NO—DON’T—!"
BOOM!
A massive blast erupted.
The ground shook.
The air trembled.
The Sattira and Rashily were thrown back.
Crashing into walls. The ground. Each other.
A moment.
A single moment to escape.
And Fiesa took it.
The Rashily were fast.
They recovered quickly.
And they ran after her.
The chase was on.
The whole school was watching.
Cameras were rolling.
News drones circled in the air.
The world saw it.
The fugitive in broad daylight.
Fiesa knew she couldn’t escape through the front gate.
The Yalzets would already be there.
She had one option.
Inside the school.
Dyn emerged from the Rilk building.
Her body ached from the fight.
Her jaw clenched.
She saw the destruction Fiesa left behind.
Sattira groaning on the ground.
Rashily pulling themselves up.
She exhaled sharply.
And let out a single bitter curse.
Dyn (furious, breathless, low growl): "Got away. Again."
Her hands burned with Arcane.
She wouldn’t let this happen.
Not this time.
Fiesa darted through the halls.
She wasn’t running blindly.
She knew exactly where she was going.
She burst into the Tyshik Room.
Where artifacts of Arcane magic were kept.
She slammed the door behind her.
Locked it with a spell.
BOOM!
The Sattira were outside.
Banging on the door.
Trying to break through.
Inside, Elysia stood before Fiesa.
Elysia (panicked, desperate, heart pounding): "Why are we here?"
Fiesa (flipping through the book, focused, calculating): "It's our only escape."
She found the spell.
Started chanting.
A seal glowed across the door.
A powerful lock.
Elysia (watching, horrified, voice shaking): "What did you just do?"
Fiesa (not looking up, urgent, distracted): "A spell to lock the door. We don’t have much time."
She turned.
Searched through the artifacts.
Then—
She found it.
The Fost of Mathyra.
A legendary artifact.
One capable of bending Arcane itself.
Elysia gasped.
Elysia (horrified, realizing what she’s doing): "The Fost of Mathyra?! No. No. NO."
Fiesa ignored her.
She set it on the ground.
Flipped through the pages.
Found the spell.
Started chanting.
A bright, swirling vortex began to form.
A portal.
Elysia backed away.
Elysia (shaking her head, voice trembling): "This is insane. I better never have created you."
BOOM!
The door cracked.
The Sattira broke in.
Dyn stepped forward.
Her eyes landed on the glowing vortex.
And she knew.
Her voice rang out.
Dyn (sharp, commanding, desperate): "She’s using the Fost of Mathyra! Shoot her!"
The Sattira raised their weapons.
But—
It was too late.
Fiesa grabbed the book.
Looked at Elysia one last time.
And stepped into the portal.
Gone.
The room fell silent.
The portal faded.
Fiesa was gone.
The Sattira stood frozen.
Dyn let out a sharp exhale.
Her hands fist clenched.
Her jaw tightened.
Her mind raged.
She had her.
She had her.
And now—
She was gone.
Her voice was quiet.
Controlled.
But furious.
Dyn (gritted teeth, bitter, breathing heavily): "Damn it."
She had lost.
Again.
And this time—
Fiesa was further away than ever.
