Ignitus didn’t make Vin wait long to hear what he so eagerly yearned for. With a twinkle in his eye that mirrored the flickering flames of his spirit, the fiery entity wasted no time diving headfirst into the intricate details that had been swirling in Vin's mind like a tempest of uncertainty and anticipation. “You want my blessing, don’t you?” Ignitus proclaimed, his voice rich and resonant, brimming with enthusiasm and underlined by an undeniable power that sent a shiver of both excitement and trepidation down Vin's spine. “I can bestow it upon you, but before you can claim it, you will need to earn it—through a tournament.”
As Ignitus spoke, the surrounding atmosphere began to shimmer in luscious hues of orange and gold, vibrant sparks of flame danced and swirled in the air, illuminati
