On the peak of a not-so-distant tree stood a young man, no older than 30 years of age. He had bright orange hair and flashed a smile, showing a distinct pair of fangs. His fangs were abnormal in every sense. They were shaped like lightning bolts, moving in a zigzag form.
The man's name was Heimer Hannoly. He smiled as he knew his tamed beasts were already on their way to his opponent, who had just entered the battleground.
Heimer had been in the forest for about 17 days now, with no opponent and no way to leave, since the tower rules clearly stated that once one had entered into the battle arena, until victory or defeat was accomplished… leaving would immediately be seen as forfeiting.
Heimer was not bothered. He was content to take his time. He was not after any record, and neither was he in a rush. Whenever he got hungry, he would conjure one of his many, many tamed beasts and slaughter them for their meat alone.
