The fiery wave that surged from Tarven's Ember Lute danced across the arena floor, its heat palpable even from Lassim's distant seat despite the protective barrier between them. The Spirit Transcendence stage flames roared toward his opponent in a blazing display.
Joryk, standing motionless at the center of the arena, made no effort to dodge or retaliate. His silver sheen—metallic mana rose from within his inner heart world and condensed on top of his skin further into armor-like layers over his entire body through his signature [Fortress] technique. It gleamed under the approaching glare of the raging flame. The liquid looking metal mana encasing his form shimmered briefly before solidifying into a matte consistency, adjusting to the heat. Joryk's mouth froze into a smirk as if mocking the very flames hurtling toward him.
The flames struck with a deafening roar and explosion that shook the floating arena.
