The arena was an expansive battleground, bathed in the ethereal glow of mystical runes etched into the sandy floor.
Spectators filled the stands, their eager murmurs creating a palpable tension in the air. This was the Dragon Academy's arena, where battles between students were fierce contests of power and skill.
Granak, with a look of grim determination, was the one who initiated the battle. He surged forward like a juggernaut, his colossal form casting a daunting shadow across the arena.
His massive hands gripped the handle of his Great Axe with unwavering confidence, and with a swift, practiced movement, he summoned the imposing weapon into his grasp.
The weight of the axe was clearly familiar to him, and he wielded it with the ease of a seasoned warrior.
Across the arena, Daimon stood with an almost casual air, his hands hanging nonchalantly by his sides.
