The fine dust of the arena, stirred up by the shockwave, slowly settled into a thick, nebulous cloud. As it dissipated, it revealed the face of the steel-clad warrior whose icy gaze could disarm the fury of the scarlet fighter. Yet, despite the cold demeanor, the will of the man in vermillion armor remained unshaken. No one truly understood why a mage was in the arena, but all seemed to grasp the reason for his rage. Alone and now surrounded, he was forced to act. The man sighed, and in response, sang a few words, a final warning before taking a combat stance. Following his movements, flames danced between his hands, becoming one with the fire.