His crimson spheres glimmered. Flamma's elemental spell encompassed his body. The heatedness of his flames expanding. His exuberance dispelled.

Feriosio grinned, nonchalantly. He observed his enemy, each step they took, the discharge of mana they radiated. 

"Your name?" He questioned, wiping a smear of claret liquid away from his bloodless lips. "Nevermind."

"I'm going to learn...Once you're dead."

Flamma's Experience.

A warm breeze of flames surrounded me. My hands quivered, fire escaping from my grab. Excitedly, I recklessly sprinted, unworriedly calculated the seconds.

"Fire: Exhausted Blaze!"

Shooting the chemical, I span, gushing flames from my finger-tips, flexing my limbs separately. Racing forward, and meeting my enemy, energetically.

I casually smiled, and she exuded a substance similar to lava from her fore-arm. I swivelled, barely dodging the barrage of magma.

Seeing my flames dispelled by her own magic warned me to continue. Leaping, I clasped my opened fists, emanating warmth, which originated through my appendages.

"Fire: Heated Hand!"

My limbs creaked, and I slammed the blaze near the opposition, she remained undeterred, unaffected by the move.

I dropped, rambunctiously channelling Mana around my body. Dissipating my excitability.

"Immature," She announced, her arm rocketing. "Boring."

"Boring?! We're battling to kill each-other!" 

I stood, entering a stance, relaxing my energy. "Looks like fire is unrequired!"

I curled my fists ruthlessly, lava shaped around me and I grinned spiritedly. Walking near the barricade, my eyes shined.

My spheres advanced, examining the barrier and estimating any opportunities to leave. Sprinting, I encased my body with flame-based Mana, a sort of protection against similar elements.

"A useful ability," The enemy determined, her arm rising to the ceiling. "Then this."

I supplied a small look, a chasm of magma opening, I smiled bitterly. Unmotivated to die now. I mercilessly exerted my condition.

"Fire: Exhausted Blaze!"

I blasted the flames, momentarily contemplating my actions. My Mana continued to decrease, and I saw the enemy approaching, and I engulfed myself with flaring aura.

Then she smiled, and placated in a bored manner. "Good. You're a challenge. Scuin, guard of Lord Rogue."

My consciousness returned, and I slumped between the chasms.

"I was about to get burned by magma!" I yelled, enlivened. Looking into the cracked earth. "Hah! Vadras and Kloaked could never live through this!"

"Childish."

"Magma Magic?! Sounds dangerous!"

"It is."

"I still survived,"

"Barbarically."

I grinned, standing despite the limitations, and stretching exhaustedly. "Could I use magma?"

Scuin was dubious and replied. "All you need is some training, the terrain is a factor too, but when you're strong enough this gets easier."

"Like this."

The lava raised, crashing into me ruthlessly, and I saw the magma inches away from my neck.

I supplied nonchalantly, my magical aura lessened, completely. "I guessed this would occur."

Exiting Flamma's Experience.

Kloaked slumbered, leaning on the fence, he moved to the side, falling, and a portal formed, catching him and sending him into a new location.

"What happened?!" He looked around, examining an arena and he was seated in the centre. "Seriously. I was sure something was going on, but this?" He mindfully murmured.

"Rogue Seil! Lord Seil! Whatever you're called!"

He stared, his orbs advancing and noticed many stairs, leading to a throne, sitting on it was Rogue, his amicable, yellow eyes glimmering mirthlessly.

"What now?!" He casually roared, readying his stance. "I was aware you'd battle us."

"No," Rogue answered charismatically, snapping his fingers. "Let the water show you."

Kloaked waited, scrutinizing the tendril of liquid, and Flamma rested, magma relaxing on his neck.

He grinned airily, dispelling his posture and walking away, signalling his farewell. "He's good. Bye Rogue Lord Seil.

"I anticipated this occurrence," Rogue leaped, entering the parameters of the stadium. "I fully intend to allow your friend to live."

"I need to go through defeat, that's all."

"Combative Style: Craterous!"

Kloaked blasted Mana from his body, his physical agility increasing. The maroon-edged child exhaled, his silver spheres concentrating mercilessly.

He started, his fists meeting the flooded barrier, alerting himself, he dodged to the side. Rogue manipulated his substance, slamming the materialized wire into his abdomen, and Kloaked avoided, scarcely. 

His hand emerged out of the position, collecting Mana from his currents, Kloaked stood. His orbs shined briskly and he moved under the tendril, facing the liquidated weapon with a punch.

"Craterous is used to guard my condition," Kloaked barely dodged the water-like spikes, his hand crashing through the barricade, shattering the technique efficiently. "Meaning it's not suitable when battling."

"Astonishing!" Rogue declared, reducing his mana. "I'm satisfied."

Kloaked confusedly looked, Flamma fell, his head thumping onto the arena staircase. His blood-resembling eyes opened.

"I was sleeping!"

Rogue giggled, his laugh echoing. "I suppose you're safety is uncared about, considering your comrade was ready to escape."

"He'd likely become the reason why I'm killed," Feriosio energetically responded, extending his limbs. "The battle I was fighting was challenging."

Rogue smiled, appealingly and replied mirthlessly. "Stay wary. Now, return to the assigned stations!"

"No!" Flamma yelled nonchalantly, his crimson spheres glimmering. "I rather leave and go to the academy."

"Orders." Rogue charismatically grinned, a portal shaping. "Goodbye."

"Flamma," Kloaked reminded, glancing onto the thrones left, where a silhouette dissipated. "Let's continue."

Vadras' Experience.

My eyes widened. I looked around, scanning the hallway. I walked across, examining the passage and my spheres ruthlessly looked.

"Unrevealed," I apathetically greeted, he was seated on a chair, and grinning casually. "What now?"

His fingers curved, his fists settling onto the desk. "I wanted you to learn." He replied.

"Surrounding?" I uncaringly questioned, hearing his graveness blandly. "I'd like to get some answers."

He smiled, scarcely. His playfulness deteriorated. "Solis Asceticae."

"He rules under the Ruler of Fire."

I unemotionally enquired, my posture still cautious. "Who is the Flame Leader?"

"The academy wouldn't teach their students properly it appears."

He exhaled calmly, removing the stressfulness of the issue. "The elemental rulers. There are four, and I made a deal with the Fire Ruler, it stays unrevealed." His expression became mischievous.

He continued, his arms rising, driving into the furniture barbarically, and shouted. "He's going to die! He is."

I blandly gestured, electrical ropes restricting him and he made no movements. "I rather study this Asceticae later."

Giving him a glance of indifference, and he stared. His hands worked around the wire and I dropped, slamming into the pillar the manor withheld.

"Looks like you are worried," I composedly remarked, massaging my aching limbs. "You really aren't, this is a competition."

The Unrevealed airily grinned, he stood calculably, smiling and replied. "My mentee understands. I am never challenged." He added wickedly.

"You're strong, the only reason you're like this."

"Hah!" He laughed, his graveness seconds ago dissipated. "My behaviour is not that unmannerly."

He playfully smiled and continued. "There isn't anyone now, capable of battling me."

"Solis Asceticae, is unable to kill me and he's going to learn this...Soon."

"Bye now!"

He was unworried, his attitude was casual, he's masterful and they're aware of that, extorting their abilities. My body was damaged and he never needed to move.

"Solis Asceticae. Elemental Rulers."

I walked, leaving the hallway and the earth changed. I stood around the doors. Scrutinizing the room, checking anything near.

Exiting Vadras' Experience.

Kloaked examined the arena, Flamma relaxing on the throne. While his crimson eyes authoritatively looked onto the silver-sphered child.

"Now Kloaked bring me a bed!"

"Enough!"

Feriosio cheerily grinned, withdrawing from the chair. He arrived, walking through the stadium. Kloaked sighed, his hands brushing against the surface.

"We're staying inside this room."

Flamma smiled rambunctiously, channelling Mana into his stomach, he span.

"Fire: Monster's Breath!"

Kloaked dodged, barely advancing to the side. "We can spar later!"

The swivelling whirlwind of flames dispelled, thunder emanated from the corner.

"Where is the door to escape?!"

"Seriously. This is exhausting!"

The oceanic-eyed mage sighed, his finger signalling behind him. "Come on."

"We still got two weeks of this, and we're going to the capital's centre."

Flamma sprinted, observing the city's activities. His crimson orbs glimmering excitedly, he stared, concentrating on the discharge of Mana.

Rogue stood, expressing his happiness. He gestured to citizens, recognizing him.

He looked onto the rooftops, spotting Scuin guarding him. His head drooped and he continued, the capital radiating warmth.

Vadras distanced himself, and methodically expanded his detection range. He was pragmatically working, while he was threatened, these were still orders and he listened.

He wiped away his aquatic-strands, centring his orbs, his eyes shined unemotionally. There were no recognizable signatures.

Kloaked was on the rooftops, unaware of Scuin's presence, the silver-eyed battler sleepily moved.

"Guard!" Rogue yelled, Vadras walked, arriving in seconds. "Leave. I need to complete a few requests."

Vadras nodded, leaping onto the higher-surface. "Asceticae."

The chance arrived, studying about this Solis Asceticae and these Elemental Leaders. He sprinted onto the plaza, racing around the city.

He exhaled blandly, his speed enhancing, and lessening. "Stamina."

Vadras neared the library, scanning the gates his hand rested on them, feeling a remainder of a cynical and sinister mana, he opened the doors, entering the book-holding structure.

"Now," Vadras calculated, his hand hovering through the shelves. "Elemental Leaders."

His oceanic eyes noticed, and detected the composed aura. His spheres examined the reading shape of someone, and a staff on their side.

He uncaringly sighed, walking and arriving, to the advanced-section, his stare lingered, dispelling his enquiry, and he sprinted soundlessly.

Looking around, Vadras was unable to locate any books about the Rulers and while there were many surrounding the Unrevealed.

His arm relaxed on the desk, his eyes glided across the containers. "No novels."

He massaged his arm, the Unrevealed's move damage stayed. Standing, Vadras retreated from the library.

Kloaked's eye opened, he rested on the rooftops, his sclera drained from the warmth of the star above. He hovered over the city, sprinting he leaped below, arriving near Rogue discreetly.

"What are you scheming?" He mentally questioned, his orbs leaning in, on the conversation. "The magma user." He mumbled.

The maroon-edged battler's ears picked up, hearing their sounds.

"Rogue. We need to send them to the location," Scuin declared, unsafely. "He's coming, and the results are going to become dangerous."

Rogue's mesmeric eye glimmered under the Sun's shine. "No. No. He's somewhere, near us."

"I'm not keen, his weapon is an issue."

The noble's posture diverted any arguments, his expression steeled. "The Leader of Flames can handle him."

"Scuin. Order them...Now."

While Kloaked listened, he smiled, briskly. "I suppose their sending us, battling Rogue is drastic."

"We're not contracted," He realized, mindful of his surroundings. "Meaning, we can leave."

"No, Rogue would contact the headmaster."

"This is annoying!" He growled, frustrated, earning some attention from others nearby. "Sorry!"

Rogue noticed him, remaining noiseless, he and Scuin walked, circular rifts materializing.

"His mana never channelled," Kloaked evaluated, his silver eyes expanding. "Skill, and refining."

He confessed, bitterly. "I stood no chance."

The maroon-stranded child advanced, his hands physically stressed. "I'm going to surpass them all."

"I'm waiting."

Flamma settled onto the bench, and boringly sighed. "Why hire us? We aren't guarding him!"

He started wrapping his arms with Mana, concentrating on his magical currents, the energy restricted, and relaxed. 

He continued, picturing them mentally, his consciousness ready to dispel. While Feriosio canalized his aura, he heated his limbs, diluting his emotions, he completed his momentary ambition.

His spheres snapped, opening, and he stood, scanning the city. Using his newly enhanced arms. The warmth magnified.

"I need to replenish mana!" Flamma cheerily mentioned, rushing away. "I can enhance more!"

Rogue walked, his feet clacked. Scuin's silhouette near him. He entered the room, his eyes meeting with calmly controlled orbs.

"Leader," He greeted courtly, observing his tea-sipping form. "Why would you send me a message?" He asked, sitting.

He composedly left the drink on the desk, and serenely replied. "Uv's made a move."

"Rogue Seil." He cunningly sounded. "Unrevealed is coming."

The robed-noble kindly nodded, all signs of the ruler dissipated.

"Scuin!" He professionally yelled, standing wildly. "Ready them."

"I would like to see his sadness."

Vadras dodged, grasping his daggers, he leaped, electricity gathering around his weapons. Dropping, the blue-haired mage slashed Kloaked.

"He's quickening," Vadras blandly noticed, advancing through his fists masterful movements. "Why is he this serious?"

The oceanic-sphered child, his ropes of thunder shaped, limiting Kloaked, and Vadras used the opportunity. His fists crashed into Kloaked's face, the battler responded, and effortlessly heel-kicking his comrade.

Vadras span, manipulating his electricity into the corners of his hands. "Lightning: Thunderous Fists."

Kloaked, seeing this, his stance changed, becoming less refined. He aggressively swivelled, and he dented his mace.

"Combative Style: Decimating Rupture!"

While Vadras crashed, his apathetic look remaining, he emerged out the rubble, undamaged.

"Slightly?!" Kloaked examined his own form, the engraved marks from the electricity. "He channelled his mana into the centre."

Vadras mirthlessly smiled and noised. "Sorry, I'm exhausted."

"Sure you are!" Kloaked shouted, and neared the door. "I'm getting some needed slumber!"

Keen eyes stared.