"I should properly introduce myself; I am Mencius, Spring of the Jingpohuai--I shall now enact your defeat."
It could be gathered from the reactions of those in the stands, propelling a mixture of gasps and awes at the revelation of such magic, that it was an unexpected reveal.
"Gaia magic, huh?"
"Hmm...Hongse told me about his magic while we were doing the qualifiers; "Zhou Shen", or magic of the hearth. It's a derivative of fire, but…"
Putting his hand on his chin, Jae-Seong's words trailed off as he honed his eyes on the birthed roots stretching up high into the vast space of the arena.
"But?"
Looking at the man that he recognized as more knowledgeable than himself, Ren awaited an answer.
