Divine Bearer of Dieties!
The Lin family training grounds were alive with the fury of battle. The air charged with a fierce energy as Prince Scott's spear carved through it like a bolt of crimson fire.
The fifteen warriors surrounding him, fellow elite mages and loyal family members, lunged at him from every angle, each vying to overpower him, but Scott moved like a storm, his spells glowed like a streak of scarlet as it struck down opponent after opponent.
With a fluid, practiced motion, Scott raised the spear above his head, twirling it in a blazing arc before it sliced through the air and released multiple spells at once.
Each movement was graceful yet lethal, his body a machine of relentless attacks. Crimson flames danced around the spear's head, glowing brighter each time he unleashed a spell.
His voice echoed above the clang of weapons and the grunts of combat, steady and commanding. "Hold your stance, warriors! You're moving too slowly!"