Julis: So… this is what it comes to, Ayato? She stands tall, flames curling at her heels, eyes narrowed against the searing wind of the arena. You need time to awaken… then I’ll hold the line. No matter what it costs me.

Julis: She faces the Li twins, rapier gleaming with heat. Her voice cuts through the roar of the crowd—sharp, regal. Shenyun. Shenhua. Your illusions won’t save you. I see through them.

Julis: Bloom—Amaryllis! With a sharp thrust, a fireball erupts forward, incinerating talismans and shattering stealth fields. The arena blazes crimson. She charges, blade flickering, eyes locked on theirs.

Julis: They counter in tandem—one strikes, the other hides. She parries one blow, only to feel the sting of another. A storm of motion, deception, and speed. Hah… still think I’ll fall that easily?

Julis: Then let’s raise the stakes. She slams her blade into the ground. Longiflorum! An inferno crashes down—engulfing her and Shenhua. Flames roar high, but Julis stands unburned, protected by her own fire. Shenhua stumbles, saved only by her brother’s defense.

Julis: She pants, shoulders shaking. Suddenly—binding talismans snap around her limbs, locking her in place. Shenyun grins, hurling explosive seals one after another. Pain wracks her body. Ghhh—!

Julis: Through gritted teeth, blood at the corner of her mouth. I won’t scream. You’ll never hear it. I… won’t… break!

More talismans flare. Even the announcers question—why not just take her badge? But the twins want her broken.

Then—

Ayato: Julis!

He appears in a flash, blade slicing the bindings. He catches her as she falls.

Julis: Her voice is faint, but her eyes still burn. You made me wait... but you’re here. The rest... it’s yours now. Don’t hold back.