ElARA BLACKTHORNE'S POV

Her Majesty, the Queen, made the most extraordinary request I had ever heard in my life, my jaw hit the floor in shock. The surprising nature of her proposal left me extremely shocked, astonished, and completely perplexed. She, the Queen of the land, the epitome of dignity and grace, wanted to engage in a mock battle with none other than myself.

I was genuinely taken aback by the idea and had a shudder down my spine. My thoughts raced as I tried to think of a reasonable reason for her Majesty's strange request. It may have been an assessment of my allegiance or my skill as a soldier. It might have been an effort to add some excitement to her routine or a means of asserting her power and dominance. I was simply unable to understand her Majesty's unusual demand.

Although she provided a thorough and detailed explanation, I am having difficulty grasping the idea that feeling rusty could be considered a valid excuse. The notion is so distant and implausible to me that I find myself struggling to reconcile it with my perception of reality. Despite my genuine and sincere efforts to understand, I remain unconvinced and unable to bridge the gap between this concept and my worldview, which seems to contradict it. I have pondered this matter deeply and have considered all angles, yet I cannot shake off the feeling that this concept is too far-fetched to be legitimate.

And so as we departed from our homeland, her majesty displayed initial hesitance, akin to a novice taking their maiden steps. Yet, as we soared ever higher towards the heavens, a transformation occurred. Her self-assurance burgeoned with every passing moment, exemplifying her consummate mastery of the aerial realm.

She moved through the air with the grace of an experienced aviator, exhibiting an astounding demonstration of balance and agility that was almost ethereal in character. Her motions were a beguiling fusion of fluidity and grace, as if she had been born to soar over the air. Every movement she made demonstrated how naturally skilled she was at navigating the vastness of the heavens.

She genuinely moves in a very lovely way. At each flip and twist, she appeared to defy the laws of physics, her body flowing through the air with an effortlessness that rendered me dumbfounded. My breath was taken away by the pure beauty of her motions, which appeared to be dancing with the wind.

She gazed down at the boundless expanse of the sea stretching for miles on end and spoke, "I daresay this seems like quite a favorable spot."

"I sincerely ask your highness to excuse my lack of understanding of the current predicament. Is it possible that you're trying to test my wit or that your curiosity has been aroused?" I spoke while there was a tiny wobble in my voice.

"Is it possible that my words did not reach your ears? All I yearn for is to assess my abilities, which have been dormant for an extended duration," she replied casually, her countenance displaying a lack of concern.

I've given the situation a lot of thought, and I can't imagine how such a paradoxical thing could happen. I find it totally ludicrous and inconceivable that her revered royal highness would feel insufficient or unqualified. Her considerable schooling, years of experience, and prestigious position have surely given her a depth of knowledge and talents that much beyond those of anyone else.

I can't help but feel that there is a hidden agenda at play as I consider the potential causes of this unusual turn of events. Perhaps Her Highness is using a clandestine technique to measure my potential and gauge my skills. It is not beyond the realm of possibility that she is subtly and deceptively testing my ability, leaving it up to me to solve the puzzle and determine her genuine motivations.

My only option given these possibilities is to nod in agreement and keep a close eye out for any signs or signals that could shed light on this baffling predicament.

With a single fluid motion, she called forth her trusty sword from the depths of her mind, its form and shape taking shape as if it were a natural extension of her will. Despite having executed this ritual countless times before, there was a momentary flicker of hesitation, like the initial rush of adrenaline that courses through one's veins upon embarking on their maiden flight. However, this fleeting sensation was quickly subsumed by an unshakable determination, born of countless hours of practice and honing of her craft. With effortless grace, the weapon materialized into her waiting hand, its blade glinting in the light as if eager for the fray. "Let us commence," she declared, poised for action.

The blade gleamed like molten lava in the sunlight, with a fiery red hue that seemed to dance and flicker as it caught the eye. The black hilt was adorned with intricate gold filigree that traced the curves of the weapon like delicate vines, adding a regal touch to its already formidable presence. The grip was wrapped in supple black leather, offering a comfortable and secure hold for the wielder. As the sword was drawn from its sheath, a faint whisper echoed through the air, like the soft rustle of silken robes. It was a masterpiece of craftsmanship, a weapon worthy of legends and tales of valor, and its presence demanded attention and respect.

Voidbringer is its name, a weapon of immense power and formidable strength, is a sword whose name is reserved solely for her highness, who possesses the necessary strength and skill to wield it with grace and efficiency. This weapon is a fitting tribute to its unparalleled might, as it stands as the most formidable sword in all creation, surpassing even my legendary Hero Sword, Sunblade, which is known for its powerful strikes and unparalleled abilities.

I quickly and fluidly unsheathe my sword from its scabbard and grab for the hilt, feeling the cool metal. The sword is unveiled, its point frightening and its edges razor-sharp as the light catches them. Its mere presence is enough to make any adversary fearful. I stand in battle-ready position with my feet firm, my knees slightly bent, and my sword raised. My long, blue and gold sword, which shines in the sunlight, emanates a brilliant aura.

The blade itself is a work of art, and only its deadly potency can match its beauty. Its edge is perfectly honed and capable of slicing through flesh and bone like a hot knife through butter. Its sharpness is such that it can easily slice through the toughest of armors. The sword's hilt is equally magnificent, set with sparkling citrines and sapphires that appear to radiate a supernatural force. The sword has a majestic appearance that is emphasized by the gems' elaborate pattern, giving it the appearance of a royal weapon.

"Come!" bellowed her regal highness.

With determination, I channel and summon forth an extraordinary amount of mana from the ether, allowing it to flow into every inch of my being, empowering me with its otherworldly energy. The atmosphere around me begins to twist and contort, the sheer power of my mana infusion warping the fabric of reality itself. The vast expanse of the sea below me begins to undulate and tremble, as if acknowledging my immense power.

And with a singular goal in mind, I set off at a breakneck speed towards the presence of her highness, soaring through the clouds with incredible velocity that far surpasses the speed of sound. The rush of air whips around me, and the world around me becomes a mere blur as I hurtle towards my destination with an unmatched sense of purpose.

My speed reaches unimaginable limits, with my velocity reaching beyond that of light itself, hurtling towards my goal with a relentless intensity that borders on the supernatural. The sheer power of my mana-infused body propels me toward my target with an unstoppable force, every muscle in my body working in perfect unison to achieve my ultimate objective.

And finally, with a tremendous burst of energy, I arrive at the illustrious presence of her highness, brandishing my sword and unleashing a mighty swing. Alas, her majesty, who reigns supreme among all living beings, anticipates my move and effortlessly parries with her sword. The clashing of our blades produces an immense shockwave of unparalleled magnitude that echoed in every direction, The sheer impact of our blades colliding was so great that it sent ripples through the air. The noise that followed was unlike anything ever heard before, a deafening roar that drowned out all other sounds and surpassed even the loudest explosions ever witnessed by mankind.

Similar to the ripples created by a pebble thrown into still water, the water beneath our feet surged upwards in a circular motion, creating a massive tidal wave that carved out a growing circular void.

Then her Majesty made a sweeping movement that propelled me back with a tremendous amount of force and velocity, sending me hurtling through the air as if I were no bigger than a mere speck, despite the utterly catastrophic nature of the damage that had been inflicted upon the immediate surroundings. Her sword was gleaming in the light as she moved. Her Majesty's incredible strength allowed her to surmount any barrier, no matter how formidable, with a single flick of the wrist, constantly displaying her unbridled strength and imposing presence.

I fell with a thunderous force into the deep, dark abyss that was once the incomprehensible depths of the ocean bottom, and the sensation was nothing short of overwhelming. Because of the force of my descent, a cacophony of noise was produced, which echoed off the walls and roared through the abyss. I arrived with an impact that could only be described as cataclysmic, sending fragments of earth hurtling in all directions with an explosive force that could be felt for miles. The ground directly beneath me trembled and rocked, sending tremors in all directions like the aftershocks of a strong earthquake.

She instantly captures my attention with her commanding and unmistakable regal aura as soon as I lift my eyes to see her form. It's the same imposing presence she once used to speak to and interact with her people, one that exuded a reverent sense of authority and demanded respect from everyone who was in her company. She radiates a degree of regalness that is nothing short of extraordinary with every fiber of her being.

"Elara, explain to me, what's wrong. Because when you draw your blade, I don't sense the confidence of a warrior; instead, I sense hesitation and doubt" she spoke with a questionable look.

"Forgive me, your Majesty, but I must confess that I am at a loss," I uttered with a tinge of confusion.

"Should you decide to approach, there exists a possibility that my munificence shall extend towards divulging the information," she uttered.