The annourutted onto the stage with the fir of a showstopper. The fanfare of music bred in the background. She grabbed the mid bellowed, “Ladies alemen, buckle up a ready, ’cause we’re diving into the sed round of the Western Practice Tour! Hope y’all are as revved up as I am, ’cause we’ve got some real firecrackers lined up!”

  The crowd’s cheers rumbled through the arena. The announcer didn’t miss a beat, amping up the excitement even more. “First up, we’re about to witness a showdown that’s gonna knock your socks off! In one er, we’ve got the powerful Chal, known for his raw power and fierce fighting style. This guy’s not here to mess around!”

  She turned her attention to the other side with enthusiasm. “And in the opposite er, we’ve got the stunning Myra, a true vision of beauty and grace! With her long, flowing dark hair and the charms, she’s not just a pretty face—she’s got an incredible power of attra that’s left past oppos bowing at her feet!”

  Chal and Myra stood at opposite ends of the arena, ready to begin their battle.

  The announcer’s eyes sparkled while tinuing. “Last time out, Myra’s allure was so potent that her oppo, Toren, ractically hypnotized into surrendering! Now, the question is, will Chal be able to stand his ground against Myra’s mesmerizing presence? Or will he find himself caught in her spell?”

  As Chal uhed his bde, the crowd held its breath. Myra spoke in a mahat could draw the attention of ahin earshot.

  “I thought I was fag a boy,” she purred with a seductive tone, “but what I see is quite a shock. You look quite like a woman to me, and you even smell like one. By ce, are you wearing Women’s perfume?”

  Chal’s anger fred at Myra’s words. He shook his bde with rage. In response, he shouted,” Why the hell is all of my oppo’s tryna piss me off today?!”

  Chal gred at Myra with both fury and embarrassment. “You know what, Myra? The perfume wasn’t my idea! It was my sister’s, trying to teract your... whatever it is you do. But I’m a boy, and this is just ridiculous! Scren!”

  The crowd began to whisper among themselves. Myra’s seductive smile widened. “Oh, dear. If only you’d focused on your battle skills irying to use perfume, perhaps you wouldn’t be so rattled.”

  Outside the arena, Cha stood in the shadows. She face palmed hard. Her thoughts raced back to when Chal had approached her with his dilemma.

  Cha recalled Chal’s frustrated plea for advice. “Cha, I’ve got this oppo Myra, and her ability is gonna be a problem for me! What should I do?”

  Cha handed Chal a bottle of perfume. “Wear this. Keep her guessing. It might throw her off a bit.”

  She had chuckled at Chal’s skeptical rea but said stly, “Just be fident in your pn and try not to let her rile you up. It’s all about mind games.”

  Now, watg Chal’s in the arena, Cha sighed and muttered to herself, “Well, so much for that pn. Looks like he’s more irritated than I intended.”

  In the ring, Chal’s frustration mounted.” By the end of this fight, yoing to learn not to mess with me like that.”

  Myra’s response was a sultry giggle. “Oh, don’t you worry, darling. I’ll take very good care of you.”

  “Let the battle, Begin!”

  Chal wasted no time. He began shing and swinging his bde at Myra fiercly. Myra, however, gracefully evaded Chal’s attacks.

  Myra raised one hand, juring a pink energy that she hurled at Chal. The impact was minimal, but as the energy struck him, a pleasant and alluring st wafted from Myra. Chal found himself briefly entranced by the fragrance, his mind momentarily distracted from the battle.

  Chal quickly shook off the effects of the fragrand refocused on the fight.

  Myra, sensing an opportunity, extended her hand, and a swirling vortex of pink energy began to form, drawing Chal towards it like a mag.

  Chal felt himself being irresistibly drawn towards the vortex. With a tremendous effort, Chal pushed against it, digging his heels into the ground and using his sheer willpower to resist the vortex’s pull.

  Chal’s mao resist enough of Myra’s attack to step back slightly. He seized the opportunity to strike back with his bde and eled lightning energy into it. With a mighty swing, the lightning-charged bde sliced through the pink vortex, dispersing it in a burst of energy.

  “Oh hell naw,” Chal excimed. He rushed in with a ssh of his bde towards Myra, but Myra twirled around Chal’s bde. Myra’s graceful twirl around him brought her to a stop directly in front of Chal. With a swift motion, she pced one delicate hand over his mouth. Chal’s eyes widened. He felt an attra to the womae his mental resistance. His body failed to move and strike her dowe his desire to do so.

  Chal gritted his teeth, muttering to himself, “e on, body, don’t do this to me!”

  Myra’s lips curved into a mischievous smile. “Attra sp!” she decred. With a sudden, sharp motion, she spped Chal across the face.

  The force of the sp sent Chal flying, aumbled across the arena. He mao nd on his feet without taking much damage; however, when he looked back at Myra, she seemed to have multiplied. Several images of her danced around the arena. Eae seemed as real as the other. Chal was left baffled.

  Myra’s words carried an alluring tone. “What’s the matter, Chal? Seeing double, or maybe triple?”

  Chal’s mind became more preoccupied with deciphering the real Myra among the enting images. He felt a strange sensation in his head, as if time was slowing down, and his focus wavered.

  Suddenly, pink energy bsts appeared from seemingly every dire, striking Chal with minimal damage individually. But their cumutive effect was undeniable. Chal found himself increasingly drawn to Myra.

  Soon, a Pink energy heart materialized on Chal’s cheek.

  The announcer excimed, “Well, well, well, folks! Look at that! Chal’s got a pink energy heart right on his cheek! Love’s definitely in the air!

  Myra purred.” I possess a rather ‘irresistible’ gift. It’s called Attra Energy. This power is one I was born with. This energy, when mastered to the extent I have, allows me to affect others simply by toug them. It’s quite the advantage, wouldn’t you say?”

  Myra made her way towards Chal. Her hand was outstretched and glowing with a gentle pink light.

  Chal’s desperate attempts to fend off Myra’s alluring influence led him to strike at an illusion, whily left him more vulnerable to the real Myra who closed in. She reached him, her fingers gently cupping his .

  “Poor, pretty boy,” Myra purred. “My Attra Energy is a powerful thing. O takes hold, you’ll do anything I and. Your sword is of no use to you now. Now why don’t you be a dear and drop it, hmm?”

  Chal, fully entranced, nodded in a daze. He dropped his on to the ground, and a sed pi appeared on his cheek.

  The announcer shouted with awe,“Chal’s dropped his sword without a sed thought—just like Toren before him. Myra’s got him pletely under her charm! Will Chal follow the same path and give in?”

  Roselle’s eyes widened in shock. “Wow, Myra’s really got him under her spell! I didn’t think her power was that strong.”

  Risebelle, arms crossed and eyebrows furrowed, ented with a touch of annoyance, “Well, that’s one way to win a match. Looks like Chal’s out of ission. If only he hadn’t rushed in like an idiot…”

  Runebelle, who had been quietly the match, murmured softly, “I feel a bit sorry for him. He’s pletely helpless now. Myra’s power is... gloomy.”

  Kintovar spoke up from o them. “Attra abilities are quite a challeo face. Myra has mastered her Attra Energy to a high degree. We o be prepared for any enter with such abilities iure.”

  Juliana nodded in agreement. “Indeed, we’ve seen it used as an effective tool in the Western Practice Tour. It’s important to have termeasures ready.”

  Haras, oher hand, ed her arms around Kintovar and whispered, “You know, I was quite attracted to you when we first met, too, Kintovar.”

  Kintovar shifted unfortably. She attempted to maintain her posure and replied, “Haras, we’re talking about a different kind of attra here, not personal retionships.”

  Juliana chimed in. “Ihis is about Myra’s power iour, not our personal feelings.”

  Haras sighed but didn’t let go of her just yet. “I get it, but it’s fasating how attra ma in so many ways. Do you think we replicate that kind of power?”

  Kintovar nodded. “Absolutely, Haras. With our advaeology and the knowledge we’ve gained, we replicate and even improve upon various mystical abilities, including attra energy. We just o harness it properly and apply it in ways that align with oals.”

  Juliana added her insight, “Ieology has its own strengths, and when bined with our deep uanding of magid energy manipution, there’s no limit to what we achieve.”

  Haras beamed with enthusiasm.” Oh! I’m so excited to see what we e up with when this tour is over!”

  Myra extended her hand toward Chal. She beed for him to approach. Without hesitation, Chal took a step closer to Myra, his eyes locked onto hers.

  Myra grinned and then said, “Now, repeat after me, darling. Say that you don’t want to fight me. In fact, you’re deeply in love with me, and you want to surrender.”

  Chal, uhe influenyra’s attra, nodded eagerly and said, “I... I don’t want to fight you. In fact, I’m deeply in love with you. I... just might surrender.”

  Cha, watg from a distance, ched her fists in frustration.

  Myra giggled, her alluring charm still holding Chal under her sway. “Oh, if only you were a girl, sweetie. I’ve always wondered how well my attra would fare against a strong woman like Cha or even Muiler G. Every tour iv’e been to has been full of atrocious and vien, but my goal is to make my attra the most powerful for the world. I want to be able to attraot just men, but women too, and make them all submit to me, although...you do look ‘that’ way...maybe I did attract a girl...?”

  Chal, lost in the depths of Myra’s influenodded in agreement.

  The Annourembled slightly. “Hold the phone! Is Chal surrendering?”

  Chal’s gaze was locked onto Myra. In those crucial moments, Chal began to jure an image of the most beautiful woman he could imagine in his mind. Myra’s charm seemed insurmountable, yet in the depths of his mind, a different presence emerged—ohat was all too familiar.

  Chal blinked in surprise at what formed: Cha, his twin sister. She looked at him with disappoi.

  “What the hell do you want?” Chaluttered, trying to shake the vision away. “’t you see I’m busy?”

  The Inner Cha crossed her arms. “Really, Chal? Are you going to let yourself fall for this woman and believe she’s more beautiful than your own sister? Is this really how you want to go down?”

  Chal hesitated. A flicker of doubt entered into his entranced mind.

  The Inner Cha crossed her arms again.” Are you going to let some random girl take you down without a fight?”

  Chal’s response was immediate and fierce. “Hell no!” A hint of defiance sparked within his eyes. “What have I been doing all this time, getting ed up in this lovey dovey bullshit?”

  A new figure materialized beside the Inner Cha—Myra, or at least a figment of her within his mind. She smiled alluringly, extending a hand toward him. “e on, Chal, let’s have some fun. Fet about that annoying sister of yours. She’s just holding you back.”

  Chal found himself torweewo figures. The Inner Cha stood resolute, while Myra’s entig offer promised an escape into bliss.