Back in the great war of the Nine Plains I took on a storm‑battered titan in the middle of the battlefield, and I danced on its flank like a flame‑touched blade. I threw my shield like a coin, it spun, and I caught it, then flung it back, shattering the titan’s armor in a blaze of sparks. The crowd roared, the banners tumbled, and the victory echoed like thunder— that’s my biggest show‑stopper, and every battle still feels a little hotter.

True, the arena was my stage and the titan my reluctant audience. I’ll keep the tricks up my sleeve, because a hero never lets the crowd grow complacent. On to the next challenge!

A fresh arena is ready—rumors say a stealthy rogue lurks in the Shadow Quarter, slick with silent strikes. I’ll turn his quiet moves into a thunderous spectacle, so watch the drama unfold!