The battle arena stood silent.
Too silent.
Cold air drifted across the metallic floor, carrying a tension that pressed against the chest like invisible weight.
Lights above flickered faintly.
Waiting.
Watching.
Angel stepped forward.
Each footstep echoed.
Steady.
Fearless.
Across from her—
Dr. Louis stood still.
Unmoving.
His sharp gaze locked onto her like a blade.
Cold.
Calculating.
Unforgiving.
At the edge of the arena—
Peter and Elsa watched.
Neither spoke.
Neither moved.
Even breathing felt too loud.
"Are you ready?" Dr. Louis asked.
His voice was calm.
Too calm.
Angel didn't hesitate.
Her eyes burned with quiet fire.
"I was born ready."
A brief pause.
The world seemed to hold its breath.
"Start."
⚡ In the next instant—
Dr. Louis vanished.
Angel's eyes widened.
Too late.
💥 A brutal strike slammed into her back.
The force sent her crashing onto the ground.
The impact echoed through the arena.
Pain exploded through her body.
Her vision blurred.
"So strong…" she whispered.
Her fingers tightened against the floor.
"…But I'll be stronger."
She pushed herself up.
Breathing uneven.
But her eyes—
Still burning.
Without hesitation—
She lunged forward.
💥 Her fist cut through the air—aimed straight at his face—
Nothing.
He disappeared.
Again.
Angel froze.
Her breathing grew heavier.
Her senses sharpened.
"Can't you beat me?" his voice echoed from everywhere.
From nowhere.
She turned sharply.
"I can."
Her voice didn't shake.
Not even a little.
Dr. Louis appeared in front of her.
So close.
Too close.
"You're already losing," he said coldly.
"You don't even know who you are."
Silence.
Angel's chest rose and fell.
Her body screamed in pain.
But her will—
Didn't move.
"I don't know who I am…"
She took a step forward.
"But the world knows."
⚡ In an instant—
She vanished.
Dr. Louis's eyes narrowed.
💥 She reappeared mid-air—
Like a falling star.
Like a hunting eagle.
Her strike landed.
Hard.
The force pushed him back.
His feet slid across the ground—
For the first time—
He moved.
"…Good," he whispered.
Then—
They clashed.
⚡ Fast.
⚡ Relentless.
⚡ Unstoppable.
Their movements blurred.
Strikes collided like thunder.
Shockwaves rippled through the arena.
The air itself trembled.
At the edge—
Peter stared in shock.
"How is she doing this…?"
Elsa didn't look away.
Her eyes reflected the battle.
"…It's her power."
A pause.
"The princess power."
Angel landed, breathing heavily.
Her body was reaching its limit.
But she didn't stop.
She stepped forward again.
"Ready to lose?" she said.
A faint, confident smile appeared.
Dr. Louis looked at her.
For a moment—
Something changed in his eyes.
Then he smiled.
Just slightly.
"I think…"
A pause.
"…you are."
⚡ Suddenly—
🔥 A blast of fire erupted across the arena.
The ground trembled violently.
Cracks spread beneath their feet.
The air burned.
The lights shattered.
Darkness and flames swallowed the hall.
Peter stepped back.
"What is that?!"
Elsa's eyes widened.
"No… this isn't part of the test—"
The fire twisted.
Moved.
Lived.
Angel froze.
Her heart pounded.
The flames weren't random.
They were responding.
To her.
The sapphire at her neck began to glow—
Fiercer than ever before.
A deep, unseen force surged through her veins.
Wild.
Ancient.
Uncontrollable.
Dr. Louis stared at her.
Not surprised.
Not afraid.
But certain.
"…It's awakening."
The flames roared higher.
This wasn't just a fight anymore.
This was the beginning of something far more dangerous.
Something that could destroy everything.
⚡ And Angel… had just triggered it.