Bloody Sea of Dragons

A King's Castle
It was by no means an area that was hospitable to ordinary life. And yet the functionality of this structure was built for civilization; how? It was simple. This arena was the face of battles beyond the scope of an ordinary Mage; another one would occur here today. Standing upon the blistering heat of the stone that constituted this volcano was an...unfamiliar face. Certainly, he was not suited for the environment at all. Sharp facial features, slightly messy neck-length black hair, sharp red eyes, and an attire befitting a noble. By all means, the man should have been sweating profusely, but he was impassive in the face of both this odd castle-like remnant and the overflowing lava that erupted from the volcano it was next to.

The sulfuric fumes, the power of the gushing lava, it all caused his blood to literally boil. Not in excitement, not in anticipation, in anger. The man whose appearance indicated nobility was no other than the infamous Ash Sangria, a being of such power that he was rightfully considered the Bloodborne Enemy of Dragons. Yet why was he here? In this contest that so many Dragon Slayers aspire towards? It was simple; it was a recruitment process. Through the battles that he will more than likely overcome, the man would test to see who was worthy to be part of his schemes for the world at large. Of course, he would never reveal his true identity to these individuals, instead opting to face his enemies under the name Terence, at least until he found it necessary to do otherwise.

And so he stood at the checkpoint, arms crossed over his chest, waiting for his opponent to arrive.