A Treat

Kairo positioned himself at the center of the arena. With the flaming long swords on his sides, he closed his eyes and began accumulating the fire and wind magic energies in the surroundings.

The fire magic energies were especially easy to draw because of the constantly bursting flames from the cracks on the floor.

Magic fluctuations rippled in the air as the magic energies gathered around Kairo.

Meanwhile, roughly fifty meters away from him, Kyran was still busy fending himself from the balls of flames.

Or at least, that was how it looked from the outside.

Within the thick cloud of smoke, Kyran's silhouette was slowly getting hard to see because of the continuous explosions of the balls of flames. After more than a minute, the audience could only hear the explosions and no longer see him.