The arena was ablaze, both metaphorically and literally. On one side, Lyra walked forward with gentle steps, surrounded by an aquatic aura that rippled like a calm ocean. In contrast, Lyco, the fierce user of the Dao of Destruction, radiated an energy that seemed to want to consume everything around him. He swung his fists, making the air crackle with pure brute force.
Orion, in the Kings' Hall, looked thoughtfully at the arena and asked his colleagues something that had been on his mind: "Is the name Lyra something special? I see a lot of people with that name!"
Arthur looked away from the arena "That's normal, the name Lyra was popularly recorded in history by a woman who unified the continent in times of suffering"
Astria thought "Lyra MonBravo Arceus, the woman who stood at the top of the continent"
Orion muttered, turning his gaze back to the arena "that's it then"
