Quash didn't have to wait for long. His match started and he was pulled into the arena. Moments later, Quash was greeted with the same sight if endless white titles stretching to the horizon.
He looked at his opponent and it was a mage. He was a Dark mage. Not the illegal once who does sacrifices and stuff, but the legal one who practiced magic related to darkness.
He wore typical dark mage attire, a long black robe. He had dark circles under his eyes. Probably hadn't slept properly in days.
Quash had seen him fight few times, and boy was he impressed. Although his physical stats maybe low, his fire power, casting speed and tactical awareness made up for the gap. A true glass canon.
With a ting, the match started but both of them didn't move. The dark mage seemed to be murmuring something under his breath while biting on his nails. He looked distressed. He would looks at Quash then back at the ground again.
