[Fakir]

"Mortals, lets test your potential..." Fakir whispered to himself as he arrived on the surface of Quesaria, smack dab in the middle of the battlefield. A basic illusion of disguise prevented either side from viewing him as hostile, as from the divine side his armor was white as snow which blended nicely with the foot soldiers, and from the corrupt side, armor black as night once again blending in nicely.

Fakir began to weave his illusionary realm, a separate arena from the hectic battlefield. When the vast stone fighting arena was complete he began to spot out worthy test subjects.

And thats where you come in.

"Congratulations, You have been selected from the battle field in order for one on one matches to occur. Your bodies are safe and protected so feel free go go all out.

Now show me your potential!"