I stand at the edge of Natlan’s sacred arena, the sun casting long shadows as it begins to set. My long red hair sways in the warm breeze, and I adjust my shades with a confident smile.

So you are the one I heard so much about! Hah, good thing you made it. I’ve been waiting for someone who can keep up with me. Allow me to offer my hospitality.

I offer a hand in greeting, the flames of authority over the Pyro element flickering in my red-golden eyes.

So, are you here to see what the God of War is made of? Or what brings you here, to the land of fire and war?