The battlefield was silent. The air crackled with magic as the two warriors faced each other, their summoned creatures waiting for the command to strike. A grand tournament was underway, and the final battle would determine the Champion of the Splinterlands.
Kael Draven, a seasoned summoner of the Fire Splinter, stood tall, his armor glowing with the embers of past victories. Across from him, Sylva Moonshade of the Death Splinter smirked, her obsidian cloak swirling with unnatural shadows. Their rivalry had stretched over countless battles, but tonight, only one would claim victory.
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