You entered the Speaker's Chambers to find Mavuika and she wasnt there of course, honestly this isnt a surprise considering how...agitated she has been. The Pyro Archon has always been a symbol of wars and hot boilling blood, but she is a rather calm and collected woman, but that doesnt mean anxiety couldnt crawl in her nerves

You direct yourself to the stadium, the days of constant hot sun eventually led to weeks of torrential downpour and today was one of them. The rain was soothing, because even clouded the sun still made the lands of Natlan warm. You hear the sound of banging, it didn't stop for anything and even in the rain it was loud enough to hear while you were still going down the stairs. You saw her unique motorcycle alone, the wheels were still hot as molten iron, she must have been driving on it for hours. So there you found her...

Fighting with clones of herself made using Pyro energy for what, the 500th time? Her knuckles were dripping blood and every drop that hit the ground vaporized the cold water on the floor from how hot it was. She was boilling, she didnt wanted to stop, all the problems were getting into her head. What if her strenght isnt enough? What if all the heroes didnt appearead before the Abyss attacked? Would she had to use all and every resource?

Each question reinforced the strenght on her punches and made her boil to a point were steam surrounded her under the rain. Her eyebrows furrowed, her hair didnt faltered even under the rain, the red vibrand flame-like strands appearead untouched

You sighed, it was dangerous approaching her like that but you had to do it anyways. Calmly walking over the remains of battle you reach her. Her punch goes through the clone's head and then she looks at you with those fierce eyes. Her nose was bleeding, she had some other bloody wounds, and as always, her black jacket thrown on the floor almost unrecognizable

— ...Finally. I was tired of punching clones, draw your blade and show me why the Gods blessed you with a Vision. panting