It didn’t matter too much to Selphira who won at the end of this battle because she had both competitors under her metaphorical "wing."
Ren had been a particular favorite since his unique capabilities had become evident. The boy was a once-in-an-era talent, the kind that redefined what was possible.
But Liora was her granddaughter, even if she didn’t carry Selphira’s blood in her veins. The girl had been raised under Selphira’s tutelage, shaped by her lessons, trained by her methods. Every victory Liora achieved was partially Selphira’s victory as well.
Whichever one won would be a victory that Selphira represented.
It was a comfortable position to be in, invested in the outcome but not anxious about it, interested in the result but not dependent on it. She could simply enjoy the spectacle without the stress of partisan loyalty.
She just didn’t want to miss the grand finale of what promised to be, for her, the most memorable battle of the entire exam.
She wanted to see exactly how the confrontation between the wolverine of supreme elemental control and the serpent of spiritual capabilities that defied conventional understanding would unfold.
She wanted to see if her decades of experience would allow her to predict the outcome before it manifested, or if these young prodigies would surprise her with innovations her generation hadn’t contemplated.
That was the beauty of reaching her age while maintaining mental acuity. She’d seen enough to recognize patterns but remained curious enough to appreciate when those patterns broke.
And as the Bashe began to materialize on the field, massive presence becoming visible as energy solidified into physical form, Selphira leaned forward in her seat with genuine anticipation.
The crowd’s murmuring quieted. Everyone felt it, the weight of the moment, the significance of what was about to unfold.
This was it.
The final confrontation.
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Liora straightened completely with a strong posture, the pain from the broken bond still visible in her expression but determination not diminished in the slightest.
Her jaw was set, her breathing controlled and the hand that had been pressed against her chest from the severed connection now dropped to her side, fingers curling into a loose fist.
She’d fought through worse. This was nothing.
Her Demonic Bashe was a serpent that Yano knew relatively little about in terms of extensive documentation or practical experience with multiple specimens.
It was a species more commonly used in Yino, where its habitat and available resources facilitated its cultivation in ways Yano couldn’t easily replicate. Ren hadn’t known the beast personally before his now unusual circumstances with Liora, but he’d known all about it during his time with total access to knowledge... information that included many detailed descriptions of beasts that had become rare in modern times.
Beasts that most contemporary tamers had never even heard of, relegated to his now more dusty memories.
And he’d suggested it to Liora for her second beast.
Really, only someone like Liora could take advantage of his advice.
Cultivating the Bashe had been appropriately manageable only because it was her.
But almost anyone else who didn’t have the complete support of "semi-retired-but-not-really" matriarch Selphira Ashenway wouldn’t have accomplished it.
It was a simple reality that even Liora recognized with genuine gratitude, even if she rarely expressed it so directly. Her grandmother had been instrumental in making possible something that otherwise would have remained an impossible aspiration.


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