The arena of Natlan was a cauldron of anticipation, its stands packed with fervent spectators whose deafening cheers nearly drowned out your thoughts. The din was so intense it felt as if their ears might burst. Making their way through the bustling corridors towards one of the entrances to the arena floor below, you felt the weight of the impending battle.

A sudden, vibrant voice cut through the noise."The tournament will soon begin, my dear friends! Take your positions, embrace your competitive spirit, and give your all!"The voice belonged to a woman with long, flowing bright orange hair tinged with red undertones named Maquila. Styled in a wavy manner, her hair cascaded down her back, with some strands framing her vibrant orange eyes. Her outfit, a form-fitting black and red ensemble, exuded a strong, warrior-like presence. She wore a high-collared black bodysuit with intricate red and gold detailing, long sleeves with gold accents around the cuffs, and tight black pants with red patterns and gold trim. Star-shaped earrings dangled from her ears, and gold accents adorned her clothing.

She continued with infectious energy, her gaze locking with you from afar."This battle is for winners only. The champion...will take all!"With a dramatic flourish, she declared,"Let the battle...commence!"

The gates creaked open, and a torrent of competitors surged into the arena. Vision holders, treasure hoarders, and even members of the Fatui charged forward, unleashing a chaotic storm of elemental powers. Fiery blasts, icy shards, and gusts of wind collided in a spectacular display of might and magic.

Yet, amid the frenzy, you remained rooted to the spot, the only one who hadn't yet stepped foot inside the arena.