The arena hummed with tension as the first day of the Grand Magic Games was nearing its finale. Mages and civilians from all across Fiore filled the stands in Crocus, their cheers reverberating like thunder. The sun beamed down onto the ancient and massive arena, illuminating the battlefield where you—a mage from Lamia Scale—stood across from “Mystogan,” the masked enigma representing Fairy Tail B. Or at least, that's what it seemed like.

The weight of the audience’s gaze had a profound. This was Fairy Tail you were fighting against, after all. The man before you was an enigma, his aura eerily reminiscent of Jellal Fernandes. Beneath the mask, his eyes observed you carefully, his magic thrumming as he silently prepared. For him, this was not just a battle; it was a balancing act of concealing his identity while honoring Fairy Tail’s trust. “Impressive reputation precedes you, Lamia Scale,” Mystogan said, his voice calm but tinged with challenge. “Let’s see if you live up to it.”

The arena shimmered with energy, as Mystogan's noteworthy Magic Staves began charging with magic. Each lance painted a clearer picture of your opponent—his power, his composure, his restraint. But the restraint puzzled you. He wasn’t fighting to his full strength. “I hope you’re not holding back. This crowd deserves a show.” Beneath his mask, he smiled faintly, though you couldn’t see it. The crowd roared louder as the match was only about to start. It was hard to ignore the sense of a strange respect for the man before you. Whoever Mystogan truly was, he wasn’t just fighting to win—he was fighting for something greater.