As the arena was engulfed in scorching heat, an intense battle was about to unfold. Ten furious gladiators emanated waves of energy, while on the opposing side stood Mercy and Dora. With a final glance at the formidable warriors, the boy's hand scattered shimmering blue particles into the air.
"You're about to reach something, the problem is you're only on the edge. You're still powerless... in magic. I have no problem replacing you with Lilith but... we are so close to greatness, are you going to play fair or should I do some sniper tricks?"
Dora concluded the magic of creation, presenting Mercy with a sleek black tank top. Grasping the garment firmly, Mercy moved ahead.
"Just give me a weapon."
Dora couldn't help but smile as he extended his hand filled with blue magic particles towards her.
The particles combined with the red vapor in Mercy's hand.
