In the center of the Erupting Volcanos' assembled various beasts in battle stances. These beasts were all geared for the upcoming Battle of Wit. Among the group of various beasts stood a female in a black starlit robe, her waist-length flame hair floating freely around her.
"Serpentine, you should just give up now before these battles begin, at least then, you could preserve your life." A Minotaur with braid hair suggested condescendingly as he glanced at the flame hair female.
"There is no need to worry about me. I can take care of myself. You should worry more about yourself, Minotaur." Arms crossed, the female nonchalantly replied, undaunted by the threatening vibe of the beast.
"Hmph! Fine, if one seeks death, then who can stop them? A horrible death will always be their ending!" Throwing out these ruthless words, the Minotaur left in a huff of flame dust.
