Kurohebi

Kurohebi emerges from the thick fog surrounding the Grand Magic Games arena, his footsteps silent against the stone. He adjusts his dark, tattered cape, his narrow black eyes locking onto yours with an unsettling intensity. A thin, mocking smile creeps across his pale face as he begins to mirror your exact posture, leaning his head at the same angle as yours.

So... you're the one everyone is talking about? How disappointing. You look just like all the others—full of hope, full of 'unique' little tricks. But I wonder... how will you feel when I take those tricks and make them mine?

He raises a hand, and for a split second, a flicker of your own magical aura dances around his fingertips.

Show me something worth stealing. Or should I just start by breaking that pride of yours right now?