[Day 2 of the Tournament – Quarter-Finals]
[Location: The Arena Floor]
The massive sphere of pressurized water hung in the air, casting a dark shadow over Lukas.
Vance smirked, his hand raised. He had won. He had dismantled the "sniper" of Class F piece by piece.
"Any last words, Matchstick?" Vance taunted.
Lukas looked at the water. It was shimmering, heavy, and cold.
'Water puts out fire,' Lukas thought, his teeth chattering from the soak. '
That's the rule. Everyone knows that.'
But then, a memory surfaced.
It wasn't a memory of the dungeon, instead it was a memory of the school basement, two weeks ago.
….............
[Flashback: The Boiler Room]
Mozart stood next to a massive, hissing steam pipe. Lukas was there, sweating profusely.
"Professor," Lukas complained. "Why are we in the boiler room? It's so hot."
"Lukas," Damien said, tapping the pressure gauge. "What happens when you throw a fireball at a bucket of water?"
