It was a fight he was genuinely curious to see… for it would be a clash of opposing Bloodlines. A Bloodline rooted in the power of illusions that sought to fool the opponent’s senses and reality itself, and one that was purely Perception-based. It was a rare opportunity indeed.
Though, perhaps, knowing Jake… Vilastromoz should not have been surprised by the outcome.
The entire arena was a bloody hellscape. Everything was on fire as an inferno roared, brought on by a single beastkin floating around with labored breathing and unleashing her magic. Transparent, flaming wings sprang from her back, spewing out fire like there was no tomorrow. All in an attempt to burn a single archer within this sea of flames.
Jake, standing toward the middle of the arena, was entirely covered in flames, yet
