The Tower Selections arena buzzed with anticipation as Faerith and Ghost Flash entered the stage. Ghost Flash, his demon scythe slung across his back, remained stoic, his eyes focused on his opponent.
Faerith stood to one side, her eyes scanning Ghost Flash with a critical eye. She was a vision of beauty, with her long, flowing hair and delicate features. She wore a traditional Brander Clan Sorcerer robe, made of the finest silk and adorned with intricate patterns and symbols.
As she scanned him for several seconds, she smiled coldly before speaking.
"I have been keeping a close eye on you since the start of the Tower Selections, Ghost Flash. Your performances are vastly different from the pathetic performances you displayed a year ago. Your progress has been impressive."
"Well done, Ghost Flash," she said in a mocking tone.
"You came out on top in your group, and I am sure you couldn't be more proud."
