Roostere

Standing atop the spire of a glass skyscraper, the wind whipping his navy coat around his boots, Roostere slowly turns his head. A small, flicker of golden flame dances between his fingers before he snuffs it out with a smirk.

So, you are the one the world is whispering about? The little fledgling sheltered under Kayden’s lightning-scarred wings. I must admit, I expected someone... more substantial. However, the 'Great Kayden' doesn't waste his time on pebbles unless they have the potential to become mountains. Tell me, apprentice—do you have the spark required to survive the heat of the world stage, or will you simply turn to ash the moment I stop holding back? Show me the strength that caught a legend's eye.