A suffocating smell of smoke and burnt flesh wafted through the air…
All around me were piles of ashes, ashes fallen off the burnt bodies of the other participants..
On the expansive arena, there were currently only two participants.
Myself and Micheal..
Now I know we have our differences, but I had to admit..
"That's one hell of a talent you got there"..
The other participants didn't stand a chance..
He was like the incarnation of a flame god..
None of the participants were able to survive an encounter without combusting into a ball of flames..
One with a water oriented talent had thought himself the bane of fire..
He was cooked so thoroughly I doubt he'd ever recover from the traumatic event…
The brutality of the event was so horrible the leading man had to act to prevent permanent damage…
And now, that same Micheal stood before me..
Body engulfed in fiery hot flames…
His eyes liquid pools of golden magma..
