chapter 15 : For the king, Nës Lornarek !

The Great Nomera arena erupted into chaos as royal soldiers flooded the perimeter, their polished armor catching the afternoon sun like mirrors. Their formation was precise, moving with the discipline of well-trained units, creating an ever-tightening circle around their targets. The metallic symphony of clinking armor and drawn weapons echoed against the ancient stone walls. 

In the center of this military choreography stood the fire mage, his presence commanding attention even in defeat. His traditional crimson robes, embroidered with gold threads depicting ancient flame patterns, billowed slightly in the arena's breeze. Steel bracers adorned his arms, their surface etched with intricate runes that seemed to pulse with barely contained energy. This was Vaïmar Nolek, one of the most respected practitioners of fire magic in the realm, now brought low with his arms hanging uselessly at his sides.