Chapter 10

chapter Ten

As Tristan approached, the witches stumbled backward, their confidence crumbling. Their spells faltered, their movements betraying their growing panic. But before Tristan could deliver the final blow, Lucas, now transformed into his powerful werewolf form, emerged from the shadows, his primal instincts unleashed.

With a fierce roar, Lucas pounced on the remaining witches, his claws tearing through their defenses. The arena reverberated with the sound of their struggles, a symphony of triumph and desperation. The witches fought valiantly, but they were no match for the combined might of Tristan and Lucas.

One by one, the witches fell, their powers diminished, until silence enveloped the arena. The battle was over. Tristan and Lucas stood side by side, their bodies still brimming with raw energy, their eyes locked on each other in silent acknowledgement.

Mr. Athan, the mentor and trainer of their team, rushed to Tessa's side. His face etched with concern, he gently cradled her in his arms. Tessa stirred, her eyes fluttering open, a mix of pain and relief etched on her features. She looked up at Mr. Athan, a weak smile gracing her lips.

"We did it," she whispered, her voice filled with both exhaustion and triumph.

Mr. Athan nodded, his eyes shining with pride. "Yes, my dear," he replied. "You fought with unwavering bravery. You all did."

As the adrenaline subsided, Tessa's body throbbed with pain, but a sense of accomplishment washed over her. She glanced at Tristan and Lucas, gratitude and admiration shining in her eyes.

Together, they had emerged victorious, their unity and resilience prevailing against all odds. But as the dust settled and the crowd erupted into cheers, a chilling realization seeped into their consciousness.

Their victory was hard-won, but it came at a price. The consequences of their battle, the wounds inflicted upon them, were yet to be fully realized. And amidst the celebration, a new threat lurked in the shadows, waiting to unveil itself.

Little did they know that their greatest challenge was yet to come, a revelation that would test their bonds and push them to their limits. As the cheers echoed in the distance, a foreboding sense of uncertainty settled upon them, foreshadowing the darkness that lay ahead.

The victory celebration continued around them, the air filled with jubilant cheers and applause. But Tessa couldn't shake off the nagging feeling that something was amiss. Her instincts told her that their triumph had only served to unveil a more formidable enemy, one lurking in the shadows, biding its time.

Tessa couldn't contain her curiosity any longer and turned to Tristan, a mixture of awe and concern in her eyes. "Tristan, you never told me you had this invisible supreme power," she said, her voice filled with wonder. "How did you come to possess it?"

Tristan's expression grew somber as he took a deep breath, his gaze fixed on a distant memory. "It's a power that emerges once in a while, usually in moments of intense emotional turmoil," he explained. "I experienced it when I was just a young boy, back when I lived with my beloved mother."

The weight of his words hung heavily in the air as Tessa and Lucas listened intently, their eyes filled with compassion.

Tristan continued, his voice trembling with raw emotion. "One fateful night, our home was invaded by a group of ruthless robbers. They were after something valuable, and they showed no mercy. In their quest to stop them, my mother was tragically killed, shot in the head right before my eyes."

Tessa's hand instinctively reached out and clasped Tristan's, offering him comfort and support. "I'm so sorry, Tristan," she whispered, her voice filled with empathy.

Lucas, his eyes filled with understanding, spoke up softly. "Losing a loved one in such a horrific way... it's unimaginable. I'm truly sorry for your loss, my friend."

Tessa held Tristan in her arms, feeling the weight of his pain. She leaned in and gently kissed him on the cheek, her heart overflowing with empathy. "For your supreme powers to be activated, it means you care deeply for me, right?" she asked, her voice filled with vulnerability.

Tristan met her gaze, his eyes shining with sincerity. "Yes, Tessa," he affirmed. "I care for you deeply. You are an incredible person, and I admire you more than words can express."

Just as the tender moment between Tessa and Tristan began to unfold, Lucas, who had been simmering with jealousy, couldn't hold his frustration any longer. He interrupted their intimate exchange, his voice tinged with impatience. "Guys, as much as I'm thrilled by this heartwarming moment, we need to see Mr. Athan. He's waiting to award us our titles."

The interruption caused a temporary shift in the atmosphere, breaking the intensity of the moment. Tessa and Tristan exchanged a knowing glance, their connection unspoken yet understood. They nodded in agreement, their focus shifting to the task at hand.

They rose from their embrace, the echoes of their emotions lingering in the air. The trio made their way toward Mr. Athan, their hearts still heavy with the weight of their past experiences and the challenges that lay ahead.

As they approached Mr. Athan, he greeted them with a warm smile, his eyes filled with pride. "You have overcome great trials and showcased remarkable strength," he commended. "It is my honor to present you with your well-deserved titles."

Tessa, Tristan, and Lucas stood side by side, anticipation building within them. They were about to embark on a new