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In one of the many sections of the battlefield within this strange world created for the sole purpose of staging the finals of this grand tournament, a young man with dark brown hair could be seen coldly regarding the incoming wave of enemies.
His deep hazel eyes were calculating; sometimes they would flicker with a pale blue light. This young man wore a mage's outfit and held a seven-foot-long mage's staff, which seemed to be made out of diamond crystals, which released a faint buzz of magic that rippled in the air.
When the enemies entered a certain distance away from him, he raised his staff and drew an arc above him, leaving trails of mystical shards of blue-silver energy that immediately turned into projectiles that pierced the vulnerable spots of his enemies.
