HUNDRED TWENTY-SIX

Arabella and Orga faced each other within the confines of the dimly lit cave, their eyes locking in a fierce stare, the palpable tension thick between them.

Arabella's hair whipped around her face in the wind as she raised her hand, invoking her wind powers. Beams of seven different hues shot forth from her fingertips, illuminating the cave in a dazzling spectacle of light. The grandeur of the scene stood in stark contrast to the hostility radiating from the two of them.

A smirk played across Arabella's lips, her confidence stemming from her mastery of all seven aura powers. She had no hesitation in utilizing any of them against Orga.

Conversely, Orga narrowed his eyes, his own white beams emanating from his palms, crackling with energy. Yet, deep down, he acknowledged that his powers paled compared to Arabella's. Despite this realization, he remained tenacious in his decision to engage her in battle, even if it meant preventing her departure.

Circling each other warily, Arabella and