No… The intention was to regain the thrill of combat of the field, for the man who holds the letter was but once a veteran of war, was born for it and was made for it, to smite his foes down on the ground and the feeling that comes when neither him nor his opponent allows dominance is a common one. There was but one reason he was so willing to fight in this battle and that is to prove that a mage doesn’t generally need magic in order to win a battle to defeat his foes, if ever by chance does he fail to do so, proves how weak he can be by simply relying on it himself.
Steps brought him closer to the arena entrance; its structure consists of a lobby for registration, a huge ring for the spectator’s seats and a solid arena that sits in the middle of what it seem to be like abyss, closer look reveals that it was just water with a dark hue, one would rather not question how water got so black.
The lobby was just ahead as the stranger was next in line, he passed down the letter that was sent to his guild, proving that he was an invited mage to fill in the queue. As the receptionist prepares for his registration, she asked this stranger for his ring name. Not much thought was put into his ring name but it was as simple as it can be.
“Ok D, your slot number is 64, you’re on the C section list.” The receptionist said as he redirected D to the lobby where he’ll meet his potential opponents.
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