The stadium was alive with the pulsating energy of Spira's most anticipated event: the Luca Blitzball tournament. Spectators roared with excitement as teams clashed on the colossal underwater sphere, their movements swift and graceful like dancers in the ocean's depths. But amidst the cheers and the thunderous applause, an ominous presence loomed over the arena.

Fiends, twisted creatures born of the dark, crashed into the stadium with ferocious intent. Panic erupted among the crowd as chaos descended upon the atmosphere. Amidst the confusion, a lone figure stood unbothered. The wind blowing his red coat back ever so slightly.

Auron, the legendary warrior wielding his massive sword, stood like a bastion of strength. A man that only legends in books had spoke of, and very few have ever seen.

"Are you alright?" Auron's deep voice cut through the chaos of the stadium. Staring down right at them. His eye hidden behind thin sunglass frames with a noticeable scarring running down his left eye, shutting it.