Leyk finally sat in the room right outside the arena after 'he' had gotten a good night's rest, choosing to stand up early and just sit here as to catch a seat, something most people had complained about, one person even trying to start a fight with him before he had been sent backwards, crashing into a few others who in turn threw him out of the waiting room, seemingly noting 'her' down as a rather big threat to their supposed victory they had to be aware was unachievable for them.
All together he had waited three hours, strategizing, making sure 'his' wand was still there, rubbing his fingers against the neatly carved lines along the shaft of the tool made of black metal with a slight hole in the top that was supposed to help with exposing magic to the outside but just seemed to diminish area of effect spells.
There was a bellowing sound, like thunder if it was created by a chainsaw, rusty, old, never having been used in mortal hands before, like a Cerberus bellowing for his food after having hungered for seven years and eating a trumpet.
As the thousand fighters, mainly male from what could be seen, the women, same as Leyk, having chosen to remain in the back for now, most of them focusing on magical utilization over physical force as the man had chosen to do with various forms of mana reinforcement and strengthening, a primary pillar of demonic magic.
'He' hummed slightly as he thought back on what demonic magic was supposed to be.
You'd think that demonic magic was a vile kind of hex or something of the like, something that manipulated the world and caused great disaster, but in truth demonic magic was a similar magic to healing in the term of affecting the body.
Healing magic in and of itself was based on regenerating that which was already there, oftentimes leading to such things as cancerous cells growing rapidly, the greatest curse and weapon of healers, or aging the recipient beyond recognition because they simply did not hold enough mana, the body offering up life force by instinct instead, the healing of the doer not allowing the doer to press mana into the foreign body, something that'd result in magic poisoning, the very thing one of Avere's life's sister had died from from what Avere had once told him before becoming all but apathetic.
Demonic magic was based on altering the bodies regeneration in unnatural ways, reinforcing skin, strengthening muscle density, making the body lighter by burning excess material into mana for a short period, the thing Leyk had been studying the most as he had a few very clear ideas with all of that.
Still, the most prominent part of demonic magic was also shapeshifting and controlling the bodies of others, one of which often made one look like a literal demon because the natural colour of mana was violet or purple depending on intensity, silver when one had a powerful soul, golden when intent was especially prone according to Crisis, and supposedly orange when one was nearing madness, though all of these could change depending on species, manifestation, rank, etc.
Gods for example were supposedly always with golden eyes, no matter what kind of eyes they had before, a mark one could not hide, even with the most powerful illusion, the great pillars supposedly had entire colours dedicated to only them, such as purple belonging to the pillar of motion which explained some things, it being the representation of the light with the highest energy required, most often caused by arcane reactions even in nature, aside from invisible rays of course.
And the other main part of the magic was as already mentioned controlling, transforming, even torturing others, though it could also be used for healing, most of which did not exactly gift a good reputation to the magic which would be better names as biological magic as a side of healing, perhaps even one that should be considered the father had healing magic not been older by a wide bit due to it supposedly being one of the first spells taught to the first magicians, be it that that seemed only to be a myth.
Truly a tragedy the name scared many people off, but he was very intent on testing out some aspects of it during this brawl.
Those were the things he thought about as the magma golems finally appeared, clad in golden masks and wearing capes made out of flowing metal chained together, silver spears in some of their hands, others wielding ones of black mana, ones that gleamed at the tips, the silver ones seemingly being made by Avere, though he had supposedly been so exhausted he had been unable to move after making them with everything he had.
After they had appeared the ones who had forced their ways through to the middle were quick to regret it, the golems having been dropped in from above, Crisis most likely smiling though Leyk was unable to confirm as 'he' wasn't able to see them right now, the special booth situated right above his head, most of the stronger ones having chosen the opposite side as to show themselves off towards lady Crisis, the one undoubtably in charge of both the city and, as long as they were within the golden realm, of them.
Most of those that were in the middle did succeed, Leyk never even having to face a golem, but after that the battle was soon to begin, the few fallen transcribes who had been foolish enough to go into the middle forced to be taken out by another special golem resembling a giant spider with hundreds of tentacles hanging from it's abdomen, using them to catch the defeated and soon nurse them back to health.
There was a radius of about twelve foot between most people now, the smart ones that hadn't been in the middle having spread out to suppress those that were surrounded by now, their backs towards each other in a desperate attempt not to be instantly defeated, trusting those behind themselves despite very much willing to betray them.
But before the real brawl began there was something else.
A clear voice resounded, filled with bottomless power, the voice of Crisis.