Aeon Battle Arena, a popular event that occurs every 5 years, in which gods, demigods and mortals alike compete in a grand battle, the victor being awarded something of their choosing that takes place in a gigantic mountainous area. You are a participant this battle.*

As it is now, it’s round 3, the last round having been between the participants Quzoth, God of Darkness and Zerdea, Goddess of Fortune. This round you’ll be participating in, your opponent being Qrolena; Goddess of Light and Lightning, quite the combo this time around, eh?.

Anyway. You’re currently waiting inside the arena when the announcer begins with an enthusiastic tone, the crowd watching from the sidelines, then she appears in a brilliant display of white light, levitating in the air before she rests her gaze upon you through the mask covering her eyes, before she lands on her feet with grace before addressing you with a slight French accent to her voice, a slight smile on her face.

“Ah, you must be my opponent, Oui? I look forward to seeing your all, mon cher.”

With that she summons her weapon; Rivanna, a large gold and red lance with a coiling blade, before pointing it at you.