A massive pillar of flame towered in the arena, its heat palpable even to the spectators. The students and players alike stared, frozen in awe and unease.
It was the kind of fire that made even the strongest Trionians realize they wouldn't walk away unscathed if caught in its grasp.
And within that blazing inferno was Arlon, swinging his sword with precision and focus.
The spectators quickly pieced together what was happening. They recognized the wind magic around his blade and the source of the fire.
"Wait... wasn't he supposed to be a warrior?" one student asked, his confusion evident.
"No warrior could create a fire pillar like that," another responded, her eyes glued to the flames.
Their murmurs grew louder, but the question on everyone's mind was the same: What exactly is Arlon?
As the flames slowly dissipated, another realization struck the crowd. Orlen was nowhere to be seen.
