"It's the 3rd battle of the Individual Battle round". Eli Castor started.
"And now, for Phoenix Rising… it's Rahze, their lightning-fast and tempo-breaking Combat Mage. The Arcstorm Disciple. And he's facing none other than the quiet genius of Echelon. The man who doesn't speak unless it's to crush dreams, Caleb the Tactician".
Vera chipped in. "You'd think this would be another mage duel, but this isn't just firepower vs firepower".
"Caleb's a summoner, a battlefield conductor. He turns fights into warzones. And we've seen Rahze dismantle formations with pure aggression. This will be mayhem with rhythm".
With a shimmer, the Twilight Raven melted away, a new arena taking its place… The Gilded Crucible.
It was a golden coliseum scarred by thunderstrikes and charred summoning circles. Pillars rise and collapse in loops.
The battlefield constantly shifts, with storms crackling above.
The round started.
And from the onset, Rahze wasted no time.
