The Soul of Cinder, who'd you've to call for help? Absolutely no one, not even the man who sought the sun.

You walked forward on the path, the ash below you almost seemed like sand. Plastered in a weak frame of reality, tis a fog wall.

You'd enter through the fog wall and feel the pressure around you cave in, before entering the arena. The area was dark but lit, the ground only but ash, stone and with random blades sticking from the ground... and in the sky, was but a red eclipse...

but... There he was, the one who you are kin to, same as many. The Soul of Cinder. An amalgamation of all who linked with the fire.

But there was no weapon in sight, only these moves that almost seemed too foreboding for y' sight.

Instead, they were dancing... the moves almost turned you afeared. You knew you had to do something and that something was...

dance

The armored being kicked their foot down, making ash fly, more so as they twist and turn...