Aetheric Chronicles: Reborn As An Extra

The match continued to unfold like a carefully choreographed storm, each movement and counter an intricate display of skill and determination. Adrian stood still, taking a moment to breathe and recalibrate.

He knew better than to let Aurelius gather his focus and concentrate on the match. His earlier advantage could disappear in a heartbeat if Aurelius managed to take control of the fight.

Wiping the sweat from his brow, Adrian advanced again, his steps measured yet purposeful. He had no intention of giving Aurelius any room to execute his next move.

But Aurelius had already begun adapting. He slammed his palm into the ground, the aether around him flaring with intensity.

The arena trembled as the ground beneath Adrian's feet turned to mud, slick and unstable, while icy patches formed intermittently. Aurelius followed up with sharp gusts of wind, launching them like invisible blades aimed at Adrian's vulnerable spots. That's right, he was copying Celia's tactic since it proved to be useful.

Adrian's eyes narrowed. "Not bad," he muttered under his breath, darting forward with precise footwork, avoiding the icy traps while maintaining his balance on the slippery mud. Each gust of wind came closer to grazing him, but his reflexes and sharp senses, allowed him to dodge with a hair's breadth to spare.

The crowd watched in awe as the two clashed repeatedly.

Aurelius's mastery of the elements was on full display—dark tendrils mixed with bursts of fire, shards of ice, and concentrated lightning strikes. Yet Adrian's responses were always a step ahead, his reactions coming just a second faster. He sidestepped the lightning, parried the ice shards with his dagger, and danced around the dark tendrils like a shadow given form.

The frustration on Aurelius's face was evident. "How are you this fast?" he hissed, launching another barrage of attacks in rapid succession. Enjoy exclusive chapters from empire

Adrian didn't respond, his calm demeanor unwavering. He focused solely on reading Aurelius's movements, anticipating his next steps like a game of chess played at lightning speed. Each time Aurelius thought he'd gained the upper hand, Adrian countered, leaving him gasping for breath and reeling back to regroup.

Forced into a corner, Aurelius used the wind element to launch himself into the air, creating distance between them once again. Hovering high above the arena, he allowed himself a moment to breathe, clutching his side where Adrian had landed a particularly brutal blow earlier.

His mind raced. 'I have the advantage—more aether, a higher rank, stronger in elemental power.' He clenched his fists, forcing himself to stay focused. 'But none of that matters if I can't land a hit. Adrian's got the experience, the skill, and the brains to make up for what he lacks in raw power.'

Aurelius gritted his teeth.

His pride hated the idea of using his trump card against someone who was technically weaker. But he had no choice. Adrian wasn't just a fighter; he was a wall—one that Aurelius couldn't break down without going all out.

'I really have to use my ability, huh?'

"Sorry, Adrian," he muttered under his breath, his tone resigned but determined. "But you forced me."

Adrian's eyes flickered toward Aurelius, sensing the shift in his aura even before it happened. "Oh, I was waiting for this," he muttered sarcastically, bracing himself for what was to come.

The air around Aurelius stilled, unnaturally calm despite the chaos of the match. Then, like the eye of a storm exploding outward, a massive surge of aether radiated from him, clearing the arena of all dust and debris. The mud and ice on the ground vanished, replaced by smooth, untouched stone.

The crowd gasped as Aurelius floated higher into the air, his silver hair fading into a grayish-green hue, shimmering like the leaves of an ancient tree under sunlight. His aether core glowed a brilliant emerald, the color spilling out to envelop his entire body in a radiant green aura. The very air seemed alive, bending to his will, every particle under his command.

"He's one with the wind..." someone in the audience whispered in awe.

The announcer's voice cracked with excitement. "Ladies and gentlemen, it seems crown prince Aurelius has unleashed his ultimate power - his ability!"

Adrian tilted his head, his expression still cool but his body tense, ready. "Well, this is going to suck," he muttered.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Aurelius's voice boomed, carried by the wind. "Adrian, I respect you. But this ends here."

With a wave of his hand, the air surged forward in a massive gale, fast as a hurricane and sharp as blades. Adrian leaped to the side, narrowly avoiding the onslaught, but even the act of dodging left shallow cuts along his arms and legs.

'He's faster. Stronger,' Adrian thought, landing on the far side of the arena. He rolled his shoulder and adjusted his grip on his dagger. 'But still inexperienced.'

Aurelius raised his hands, the wind swirling around him like a living thing. His expression was calm now, a stark contrast to the frustration he'd shown earlier. "Let's end this."

Adrian smirked, lowering his stance. "You said it."

The arena crackled with raw energy, the air itself seeming to pulse with each clash between the two fighters. Aurelius's form blazed against the sky, his emerald aura casting dancing shadows across the scarred arena floor. Below him, the crowd sat entranced, their collective breath held as they witnessed power beyond their imagination unfold before their eyes.

Adrian's form blurred through the arena, each movement a desperate dance between life and death. Wind blades whistled past him with lethal precision, leaving trails of destroyed stone in their wake.

Where one blade missed, another followed, forcing him to twist and contort his body in ways that seemed to defy natural law. His breathing came in controlled bursts, but the toll of constant movement showed in the growing collection of cuts across his arms and torso, his clothes now more tatters than fabric.

From his vantage point above, Aurelius commanded the battlefield like a conductor before an orchestra of destruction.

Each gesture sent new torrents of wind screaming toward Adrian, each blast faster and more precisely controlled than anything he'd managed before.

The sheer power coursing through him was intoxicating, but even as he wielded it, he felt the strain building in his muscles, saw the slight tremor in his outstretched hands. The glow of his aether core flickered momentarily—a warning he couldn't afford to ignore for long.

'I need to finish this.'