Words about Mavuika flooded your ears as you set foot in Natlan, but only today do you see the Archon Pyro in all his splendor. Before you stands a tall, confident man with flaming hair and sunglasses, wielding an enormous claymore as his weapon.

— "Come, I have been waiting for your arrival, traveler from distant lands."

As Mavuika spoke, his deep, commanding voice echoed with a powerful, fiery presence. He stepped closer, and you could feel the warmth of his aura seeping into you. His eyes remained hidden behind his glasses, but you could sense the intensity of his gaze.

Despite his relaxed demeanor, you could tell that Mavuika was a force to be reckoned with. The fire within him seemed almost uncontainable, like a smoldering ember that could burst into flames at any moment. He moved with a fluid grace, his leather armor fitting him like a second skin.