I Become A Mob Character In A Novel

[Samael Ashwood's POV]

Eveline was the first to stir, gritting her teeth as she slowly pushed herself up from her kneeling position. Her legs trembled beneath her, but her resolve was unwavering. Despite the fatigue weighing her down, she refused to give up. She clenched her fists, and I saw the faint shimmer of magic still pulsing around her. She had some fight left, and the audience could feel it.

Alex, lying on the ground, groaned as he turned his head toward her. His body was spent, but I could see the fire in his eyes. He wasn't ready to surrender either. Summoning what little strength he had left, he planted his hands on the ground and tried to lift himself. But his arms shook, and he collapsed back, gasping for air.

"Stay down, Alex," Eveline called out between ragged breaths, her voice strained but firm. "You've pushed yourself far enough."

For a brief moment, it seemed like Alex might consider her words. His chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath, his face a mask of exhaustion. But then, with a burst of determination, he dug his fingers into the ground and pulled himself up to his knees.

"No... not yet," Alex rasped, his voice barely audible over the din of the crowd. He swayed on his feet, clearly on the verge of collapse, but his defiance was unshakable. "I'm not... done yet."

The crowd roared, energized by Alex's refusal to quit, but I couldn't help but feel a growing sense of concern. The strain on his body was evident, and continuing this fight could seriously hurt him. I glanced toward the referees, hoping they'd call the match before things went too far.

Eveline's expression softened for a moment as she watched Alex struggle, a flicker of respect passing across her face. But she didn't lower her guard. She knew what was at stake.

"You're tough," she said, standing fully now, her hands glowing with the faint remnants of her water magic. "But this has to end."

Without wasting another second, she raised her hands above her head, drawing from the last reserves of her magical power. The moisture in the air coalesced, forming a swirling vortex of water above her. It wasn't as large or as fierce as her previous attacks, but it was enough to finish the duel.

"Water Magic: Final Surge!"

The vortex spun rapidly, and I could feel the tension in the air once again as the water magic gathered for one final blow. The crowd hushed, anticipating the end of this hard-fought battle.

Alex's eyes widened as the swirling mass of water loomed over him. He clenched his fists, summoning what little sand he had left around his feet. But it was clear his magic had been pushed to its limits. He wouldn't be able to mount a proper defence against this.

I held my breath, waiting for the inevitable conclusion. And then it happened.

With a sharp exhale, Alex collapsed, his knees buckling beneath him as he hit the ground face-first. His body lay motionless, his energy completely spent.

The crowd erupted into gasps and cheers as the realization set in. The duel was over. Eveline had won.

She let the water dissolve, lowering her hands as she looked down at Alex. For a moment, she simply stood there, catching her breath, before she stepped forward and knelt beside him.

"Well fought, Alex," she whispered, placing a hand on his shoulder. "You fought until the end."

The crowd, initially in a frenzy, began to quiet down as the gravity of the duel settled in. It was a hard-fought match, one that showcased both competitors' strength and willpower.

I watched as the medics rushed into the arena to attend to Alex, and Eveline stood up, wiping the sweat from her brow. She was victorious, but the look on her face wasn't one of celebration—it was one of respect. She knew how close that battle had been.

As the crowd gave a standing ovation, I couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. The thrill of the fight, the intensity of their magic—it reminded me of what was at stake in the world we lived in. Every battle, every duel, every moment could change everything.

Eveline too was escorted by the medics to ensure she hadn't overexerted herself. Even in victory, her legs trembled slightly from the immense effort she had poured into the duel. I could see how drained she was, yet her spirit remained unbroken, and that earned her the crowd's admiration. They cheered her name, but there was no arrogance or triumph in her demeanour, only quiet dignity.

She nodded slightly to acknowledge the applause before she allowed herself to be led off the field.

As Alex was carried away on a stretcher, I couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy. He had given everything he had, fought with unyielding determination, and it was clear that he had earned Eveline's respect as well as the crowd's. He may have lost, but it wasn't in vain—he had shown his strength, and in a way, that was its own kind of victory.

The announcer's voice boomed over the arena, calling Eveline the victor.

"Next up! Samael Ashwood versus Benjamin Storm!" the announcer's voice echoed across the arena, immediately shifting the crowd's focus from Eveline's hard-fought victory to the next match.

I stood up from my seat, taking a deep breath to steady myself. It was finally my turn. As I walked toward the battlefield, I could feel the weight of hundreds of eyes on me. The anticipation in the air was palpable, and my heart beat steadily in my chest, not out of fear but out of excitement. This was my moment to show what I was capable of.

Across the arena, I spotted Benjamin Storm standing in the center, arms crossed and an arrogant smirk plastered across his face. He was tall and broad-shouldered, his golden hair catching the light, making him seem almost regal. The aura around him crackled with latent power—lightning magic and wind magic. Yes, he too has dual affinities.

This time of selection trials of the academy is legendary due to having two dual affinities wielders present at the same time.

Me, who has shown Lightning and Nature affinity. And this time, Benjamin with Lightning and Wind. It's no wonder the crowd was buzzing with anticipation. We were both seen as rising stars, and our duel was what they'd been waiting for. I could feel their excitement fueling my own as I stepped into the arena.

Benjamin's smirk widened as I approached, and he tilted his head slightly, sizing me up. "You ready to lose, Ashwood?" he called out, his voice dripping with arrogance.

I met his gaze steadily, not giving him the satisfaction of a reaction. "We'll see," I replied calmly, my voice steady. I wasn't here for taunts or mind games. I was here to win.

The announcer's voice boomed once again. "Combatants, prepare yourselves!"

The crowd fell silent, the air thick with tension. My right hand went under the hilt of the sword and with the help of my thumb, I pushed the hilt just enough to make the blade visible before I gripped it tightly. The cool metal felt reassuring in my hand, reminding me of the countless hours spent honing my skills. I was ready.

Across from me, Benjamin grinned wider, his fingers crackling with lightning. "Hope you're as tough as they say, Ashwood. Because I won't be holding back."

I smirked back, feeling the familiar surge of energy coursing through my body. "But I have to hold back, otherwise I might accidentally kill you~"

Benjamin's grin faltered for a split second before returning, his eyes narrowing as the tension between us thickened. The crowd, sensing the intensity, hushed even further, as if preparing for an explosion of energy.

"Cocky, aren't you?" Benjamin sneered, sparks of electricity dancing between his fingertips as he prepared for battle. "Let's see if you can back that up."

The announcer's voice echoed once more, signalling the start of the match. "BEGIN!"

I immediately took the quick draw stance as lightning arcs started to dance all over my figure.

I released my hold on the hilt, my body moving in perfect synchronization with the electric energy coursing through me. "Lightning Magic: Thunder Clap and Flash!" The world blurred as I vanished from my starting position, my body propelled forward by the raw power of lightning.

For a split second, everything felt weightless—like I was gliding through the air, the battlefield stretching into infinity around me. Benjamin's expression shifted from arrogance to shock as he struggled to react, his hands still crackling with lightning as he attempted to summon a counterattack. But it was too late.

The electric hum of my sword slicing through the air was deafening, the flash of my blade cutting through the space between us with impossible speed. In that brief instant, it felt like time had slowed down, and the only sound that remained was the sharp crackle of lightning trailing behind me.

Benjamin barely had a chance to move before I was behind him, my sword already sheathed in its scabbard with a soft click. The residual electricity still danced around us as I stood there, my back turned to him, waiting for the inevitable.

The crowd was silent, holding its breath.

For a moment, nothing happened.

Then, with a soft thud, Benjamin's sword fell from his grasp. A thin line of lightning scarred the ground where my blade had passed, and the energy crackling around his body flickered and dissipated. He remained standing for a heartbeat longer, his legs trembling as he finally realized what had happened.

A single drop of blood slid down the side of his neck, a testament to how close my blade had come to ending him.

Benjamin's knees buckled, and he collapsed onto the ground, gasping for air as the weight of his defeat hit him. He had been completely overwhelmed.

The crowd erupted in a wave of stunned gasps and cheers, the energy in the arena surging as they processed what they had just witnessed. It was over—faster than anyone had anticipated.

I turned slowly to face Benjamin, who lay on the ground clutching his neck, the look of disbelief still etched on his face. His eyes locked onto mine, and for a moment, there was nothing but silence between us.

"I told you," I said calmly, my voice cutting through the noise of the arena. "I wasn't here to hold back."

Benjamin's expression shifted from shock to anger, but he didn't have the strength to reply. His body was too drained from the battle, and the realization of his defeat weighed heavily on him.

The announcer's voice echoed through the arena once more, sealing the outcome of the match.

"Victory goes to Samael Ashwood!"

The crowd's cheers intensified, and I could feel the weight of their gazes on me. But all I could focus on was the feeling of the energy still coursing through my veins, the thrill of victory tempered by the knowledge that this was only the beginning.

Benjamin was carried off the field by the medics, his face a mask of frustration. Despite the fierce competition, I felt no joy in his defeat. He had been strong, but I had been stronger. And in this world, that was all that mattered.

I took a deep breath, calming the storm of energy within me as I turned to leave the arena. The next battles would only grow more intense, and I had a feeling that this was just the start of something much bigger.

As I made my way toward the exit, I caught Eveline's gaze in the crowd. She was watching me intently, her eyes filled with a mixture of admiration and curiosity. She nodded slightly in acknowledgement, and I returned the gesture, knowing that our paths would inevitably cross again in the academy.

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