It felt like the Sun's ambient rays had been cut off from the Arena, resulting in a cold, somber darkness. A wind so strong had shaken the Arena to its very foundations, spreading throughout, accompanied by a mournful wail that echoed in an eerie hue.
The darkness consumed Jane and the wind brushed him like a twig but yet he stood firm, resolute and steadfast in his determination.
His stigmas only shone within that darkness as golden iridescent tongues of aura exuded him like flames.
His eyes shone golden within that darkness as he caught sight of his target.
He charged forward, the wind whistling in his ears, pushing him back like the pull of gravity but that wasn't enough to stop the powers of the gods though. Well, 40% of it at least.
He clapped his hands together, a red glow erupting from the air, turning into a tongue of fire.
