The fire raged across the arena floor for a few seconds longer before finally thinning out, revealing a single figure still standing.
Rhian.
He had charged straight in, but now he was crouched with his wings wrapped tight around his body.
The flames had licked across them but done nothing. Steam hissed from the ground beneath him, and as he stood upright, the heavy folds of his wings unfurled slowly.
Across the arena, the fire mystical stared in disbelief.
His match settings had been strict.
The academy's simulation filtered encounters to match rank and ability tier, he was F-Rank, and this opponent should've been, too.
Yet he'd just burned through the arena floor and landed a direct hit, and it hadn't even slowed the guy down.
Before he could make sense of it, Rhian moved again.
