[Aethel]
[The Grand Colosseum]
A storm of voices erupted through the Grand Colosseum, shaking the foundations of the large area. Millions of spectators roared in exhilaration, their voices blending into a deafening sound. Fists pounded against seats, banners waved furiously, flares ignited in the stands—all in response to the absolute, unfathomable onslaught taking place before their eyes.
And at the center of it all—
A massive, high-resolution screen displayed a battle.
Within the screen, a blazing crimson comet streaked through the skies, tearing through it with absurd velocity. Enveloped in a red aura, Mikoto twisted, spun, and maneuvered through the endless barrage of attacks hurtling toward him.
Before him, standing in the air, was Lyraeth. Now in her Arcane Ascendance form.
Her now long, fiery-red hair fell down her back, each strand alive with a burst of fire. A magnificent golden headdress encircled her head, elaborate and wing-like.
