In the center of the arena, a sturdy, austere-looking man sat in a meditative posture. He wore a dark blue robe decorated with golden runes that glowed faintly, like stars in a night sky. His face was marred by deep scars, and his eyes shone with an unearthly silver light.
As Alina stepped forward, the man opened his eyes and smiled. He slowly stood up, his presence filling the space with an oppressive force.
"Alina," he said, his voice deep and resonant. "I am Karlos, the Runemaster. You have come far, but you will not pass me by without proving your strength."
Alina tightened her grip on the hilt of her sword, her eyes fixed on her opponent. "I have faced many challenges to get here. Do not underestimate me."
