Back in Kizan, the battlefield erupted with chaos, the air thick with tension and the acrid scent of magic and decay. The clash between the great sorcerers and the first-grade magic beasts reached a fever pitch, a cacophony of roars, spells, and the crackling of energy echoing through the arena.
In the midst of this turmoil, the Eight Coloured Toad loomed large, a creature of considerable experience and innate power. Its mottled skin shimmered ominously in the dim light, and its eyes glinted with malice as it executed its next move against Poison Edge with devastating ruthlessness.
