The party sat in the matchup room, there was five minutes until the match was about to begin, and their opponents had yet to arrive.
Three minutes later, a haggard looking team stumbled into the room. One of them apologized, "Sorry, we were caught up in something."
Akiol replied with a smile, "No problem, glad you could make it."
They sat down and the one who apologized asked, "Mind if we rest for the remaining time?"
"Be our guest."
So two minutes past, as the enemy team caught their breath and settled their conscious.
Soon enough they were teleported into the Arena.
Tilia immediately frowned upon entry, for the Arena was quite unfavorable.
It was hot, lava coursed like a river through the middle of the map. Occasionally a geyser of the molten rock would erupt.
Jarvis whistled, "It's Guarton's home! I can have Neorvil and him cool this place down if you want Tilia."
She shook her head, "No, I already have ideas on how I'm going to use this place. Don't let the cards burn!"
