*Starting Scene*

Continuing from the previous episode, it was realized who are the likely suspects wishing to overthrow the capital of Tundra known as Icela. With that, the current issue concerning that is exactly who will be sent out from Velkry's Spellcasters to fight the enemy. Not only that, on a different note, the Royal Council are left with the problem of what to offer Dante for his Sealing Glove and the possible repercussions the Einsburn Family may implement onto Velkry if they were to discover that he's there since it seems Dante has renounced himself from them. As they go through multiple methods of dealing with their circumstance, Ilya and Dante exited the Royal Council's mansion while the hazel-eyed girl did as she was told, giving Dante the full tour of Velkry.

After roughly two hours of checking out hot-spots where many of Velkry's civilians spend their time for entertainment and a few parks which the children played, one being Ilya's favorite thanks to the beautiful garden beside it that extends about thirty-five meters around as Dante also took a liking to that same park, the duo are now heading toward the last place the white-haired teen wishes to show her newly made friend. While on their way, Ilya has the bad habit of repeatedly glancing at Dante in a nervous manner as he's scanning his surroundings with what the teenager deemed childish amazement due to the numerous stores and people gathered at once. Then, the light-skinned girl remembers something and focuses onto Dante by navigating her head to the right since he's poised in that direction during their journey. "Hey, Dante. You currently can't read people's mind because of the seal Faulch put on you, right?"

Dante nonchalantly responds, still analyzing everything around him. "Oh, you don't have to concern yourself with that."

Confusion appears on Ilya as she inquires, "Why not?"

Ignoring the white-haired character's question, Dante sets his sights onto Ilya with sincerity exhibited and happily smiles. "You were absolutely right though! Velkry is a magnificent city! I really appreciate you bringing me here!"

Ilya tilts her head to the left while thinking, "He acts as if he hasn't been in a city with so many people before." She promptly straightens her head and says with a confident tone, "You're very welcome!" Ilya reverts her attention forth while seeing at a small distance away a giant, octagon-shaped stadium, resulting in a grin to appear on her face. "Okay, we're here."

Once again, Dante couldn't hold his astonishment as his jaw hangs while gawking at the massive stadium, which contains intricate lettering engraved above the entrance way that reads "Spellcaster Training Ground". 

Slight amusement presents itself onto Ilya's face, compliments of seeing Dante's reaction, until returning her gaze to the stadium and utters in a somewhat informative manner, "As you can tell, this is a place for  Velkry's Spellcasters to train and spar with one another. The really good thing about it is that the facility itself has an anti-magic barrier etched in, so there's no need to worry in terms of damaging the city and Spellcasters can go all out." She looks at Dante out of the corner of her eyes with a light smirk. "Only rule, of course, is to be sure not to reach the extent of endangering someone's life."

Dante rapidly shifts his concentration to Ilya while composing himself enough to ask with a hint of excitement, "We're allowed to go in and spar?!"

Ilya becomes mildly flustered as she confronts Dante while elevating both arms in attempt to calm down the blonde. "W-Well, like I said, it's for Spellcasters..." She lowers both arms while turning her head to the left with her eyes peering at the sky. "However... Maybe if somebody were to agree to spar with you, I guess that would be fine. You have your Sealing Glove to level the playing field, but still, it might not be such a good..."

Right when she was finishing her sentence, Ilya brought her focus to where Dante was supposed to be standing and is immediately overcome with surprise as the Caucasian had unexpectedly vanished while blurting out, "Huh?!" The hazel-eyed girl snaps her head to the right, sees Dante entering the training facility without much effort and urgently yells with both hands cupped around her mouth, "Dante, wait! You can't just go in there by yourself!" Ilya quickly drops her limbs while rushing after the young man as the two friends disappear into the giant stadium.

*Scene Change*

Soon after going inside the stadium, Ilya enters a giant arena that very much resembles a typical Gladiator Coliseum, with the ground completely leveled, as there are small factions of people divided up, watching a couple of spars/training transpire simultaneously. In addition, there are even more people than the ones first seen in the arena, however, they've chosen to make themselves comfortable on the spectator stands that wrap around the area while decently elevated from the ground to secure their safety from stray attacks, either because they're only interested in observing others fight or are resting from their own battle session. At the moment, the hazel-eyed chick doesn't see Dante anywhere and is a bit stressed out while thinking, "Where could he have gone?!"

Suddenly, a somewhat annoying, female voice calls out from Ilya's left while sounding significantly snobbish, "Look who's here! Little Miss Ilya Henseka!"

Ilya's eyes widen out of alarm before setting her gaze on a short-haired, Caucasian brunette wearing a long white dress with dual straps and matching heels while very petite in body.

As that occurs, the thin female instantly gives Ilya a disgusted glare via her bland, brown eyes. 

In response, Ilya narrows her own eyes with a depressing demeanor taking form, slouches a tad and mutters, "Great... You're the last person I wanted to see."

Having heard a bit of what Ilya said, the brunette places both hands on her hips as slowly makes her way towards the headband-endowed person with her head slanted to the right. "What was that?!" She stops a few feet away from Ilya while trying to intimidate the white-haired beauty with their face really close to each other. "Don't make me kick that fat ass of yours!"

Ilya immediately scoffs with an upright posture to allow some room between her and the brunette while folding her arms together. "As if! You should watch yourself or I'll blast you into oblivion, you anorexic troll!"

The brunette snaps back with fury resonating in her eyes. "Repeat that, you lousy excuse for a Spellcaster!"

Ilya retorts after quickly dropping her arms with both hands tightly clenched and forehead now almost touching the brunette's. "You heard me, troll! And I'm a much better Spellcaster than you'll ever be!"

The brunette sharply laughs, takes a step rearward with her left foot to stand sideways while closing her eyes and cocks her head back. "That's hilarious! You actually think you're better?!" She returns her attention to Ilya with arrogance brimming. "First of all, we're both ranked the same, so you can't possibly be superior. Second, the lone reason we are even in the same rank is because of that staff your daddy left to harness that weird magic of yours!"The petite chick properly faces Ilya again with confidence added as she uses her left hand to touch the beige on the hazel-eyed girl's outfit. "That's why you wear both the colors of high class and low class. But all that does is show you're just good enough to be above the weaklings through your staff and a weakling without it. How pathetic. You can never hope to be better than me like that, or even be in league with Soren." She laughs in a boasting manner.

Ilya grits her teeth with anger overflowing. "Cali, you...!" She's then about to say something else amidst getting ready to make her gold staff appear until the ground briefly shook.

Thanks to that, everyone else in the stadium shift their gaze towards a specific direction, which would be towards Ilya's right since she continues to confront the brunette girl known as Cali. 

Not even five seconds later, Ilya joins in by hurriedly commandeers herself to where the rest are looking as she witnesses two boys dressed in beige clothing who seem to be around thirteen years of age suddenly knocked down onto the section of the ground in front of her while both are fairly beaten and softly questions, "What the-?"

Before Ilya could finish her sentence, a bleached-haired young man calmly marches towards Ilya, being a couple of inches taller than both girls with light brown eyes while wearing a white t-shirt and shorts,  as he gives her a cool grin. "Hey! Didn't expect to see you here so soon, Ilya! How's it hanging?!"

Aggravation quickly establishes itself on Ilya's person and deviates her attention from the brown-eyed individual. "Darn it... I should've known you'd be here, Soren. Cali doesn't go anywhere that you aren't."

As Cali doesn't take too kindly to the way Ilya made that statement, Soren restrains himself from laughing while detaining his movement about two meters ahead of both boys lying upon the landscape. "Oh, come on. At least act like you're happy that are paths crossed."

Ilya locks eyes with Soren while inquiring in a harsh method, "Why would I do that?!" She swiftly unfolds her arms to extend out the right one at Soren. "Don't think I've forgotten how you and this troll over here bullied me when we were little!"

Cali promptly stomps down her right foot and shout with a large amount of rage overflowing, "Quit calling me that!"

Ilya ignores Cali's outburst, ticking-off the brunette in the process, as the teenager drops both arms to place her hands onto her sides. Right after that, the hazel-eyed character briefly mounts her concentration on the two individuals upon the ground during their attempt of regaining some composure before specifying her attention to Soren. "This is just like you, Soren. You're picking on these two, who are obviously ranked lower than you." She once again focuses on the pair and asks in a supportive voice, "Hey, what rank are you guys exactly?"

The boy to Ilya's left answers after sitting upright while gently rubbing the posterior of his head with his left eye shut and other eye on her via his head directed towards the right. "We're both in Class E."

Then, the other boy stationed at Ilya's right injects himself into the conversation while also sitting up, however, is facing toward her with his legs crossed and both hands resting on them. "Yeah..." He then motions at Soren without taking his eyes off Ilya. "We told him we simply wanted to spar with each other since we just got used to summoning and controlling our Demonic Creatures, but he practically forced us into it, saying he would go easy on us..."

The boy to Ilya's left adds in at the last moment with a hint of resentment in his tone while glaring toward Soren after opening his left eye. "And he didn't."

Soren inconsiderately shrugs with his head slightly turned to his right, closing his eyes at the same time. "It's not my fault. I gave you guys a fair match-up against me. You should've been able to hold your own."

Ilya swiftly reaches out to grab Soren by the collar with both hands, pulls his face close to hers and issues him a furious stare. "You got to be kidding me! Fair match-up?! You're a Class B Plus Spellcaster! They're in Class E! Anyone can tell you, statistically speaking, it'd take at least ten Spellcasters of those two's ranking to manage well, and even then, that wouldn't be enough considering you have so much control over your magical ability!"

Soren veers his attention to Ilya as he demonstrates a lot of arrogance. "Awe, Ilya... Thank you for such high praise. You really do like me." He winks at Ilya with his left eye.

Ilya can't help being disgusted while greatly frustrated. "Are you insane or just dense to be saying that?!"

With that asked, Dante's voice comes out of nowhere, sounding quite amused. "I think both would be more realistic." The blonde lightly chuckles.

Ilya's instantaneously dumbfounded prior to her and the others divert their focus to region behind the hazel-eyed teen. After doing that, they all register Dante nonchalantly sitting above the doorway Ilya had entered through, which is just over five meters away, while lightly swinging his legs in a carefree way with both hands planted on the top of the entrance/exit for stability as his right hand continues to wear the Sealing Glove.

In the meantime, with disbelief resonating upon her confronting Dante, Ilya blurts out, "That's where you were?! I was looking for you!"

Dante cheerfully smiles. "I know, but I was too busy watching Spellcasters fight. They were all pretty entertaining." He switches his attention towards Soren as he alters his expression to portray disapproval. "Except yours... That was plain idiotic and pointless how you took advantage in what's supposed to be an experience to help each other improve."

A small amount of agitation arises as Soren tries to act cool with a condescending smirk emitted. "If you have a problem with me, why don't you do something about it, outsider?"

Both Dante and Soren stare off for a few seconds while Ilya does a fast double-take between the two as she thinks, "This isn't good!" She then sets her sights onto Dante and says with a pleading tone, "No, Dante! Even though I said you could if someone challenged you, it's better that you don't for the sake of your business with the Royal Council!"

Cali hurriedly intervenes with her arms crossed and suspicion showing. "What was that about the Royal Council, Ilya?" The brunette steers her gaze away from Ilya to Dante. "And who is this guy anyway? Obviously he isn't a native because of what he's wearing. Plus, I can't sense any magic from him, so he's not even a Spellcaster... He actually kind of looks like a bum with those tears on his clothes."

Dante chuckles with his eyes momentarily closed. "At least I don't look like an anorexic troll."

Cali immediately gasps out of dismay.

Concurrently, Ilya couldn't help but laugh with her right hand placed on her stomach, eyes shut and posture mildly bent onward. "You see?! I'm not the only one who thinks that!" The dame persists her laughter while repair her stance and tilts her head backwards.

As Cali grinds her teeth while slouching forward a bit, Soren interjects himself with his eyes locked upon Dante. "It doesn't matter who you are or whatever BUSINESS you have with the Royal Council. I'm going to make you regret that earlier comment of yours."

Ilya navigates her concentration to Soren with minor astonishment displayed while mentally asking, "What comment?! Is he talking about the one of him being insane or dense?!" The white-haired female rapidly shakes her head with both eyes temporarily closed until establishing her focus on Soren again as her thoughts continue. "There's no way he's that sensitive!"

Meanwhile, Dante leaps down from where he was sitting, walks to Ilya's right and replies to Soren's words with determination noted. "Good, I was actually hoping for that. Let's get started."

Soren's quite pleased by Dante's answer to his challenge and says amidst turning around, "Then follow me to the center of the arena." He begins traveling ahead with Cali rushing behind him as the young man sternly states, "Because I intend on going wild against you."

Dante eagerly grins while thinking, "Exactly what I wanted to hear."

Before Dante could commence his following of Soren, Ilya swiftly grasped the green-eyed individual's left hand via her right limb as she's fairly concerned. "Are you sure this is okay?"

Dante sharply nods with his determination escalating. "Definitely. It should be a lot of fun."

After receiving that response, Ilya worriedly questions Dante, "You won't use Hell's Gate, will you? This is merely a spar."

Dante promptly rebuttals amidst brushing off Ilya's inquiry with a wave of his right hand, having shut his eyes. "Oh, Ilya. Even if I wanted to use it, I couldn't. Not until a week after I used it last. It hasn't been more than three days at best." The Caucasian gently breaks free from the dress-endowed beauty, journeys around the two boys who had finally managed to get to their feet while watching Dante with an awestruck expression and utters in a reassuring manner once he peers at Ilya without stopping his advancement to Soren's present location, "And despite you not liking those two, they're still people born from the city you love so much. I wouldn't wanna' risk ruining this place for you in any possible way." Dante reverts his attention towards Soren and Cali while persisting along his path.

Just for a moment, Ilya stood still and seems to be unable to muster up any words as this leads in a grin taking shape before traveling towards the selected area the two young men will face off. 

Sadly for Ilya and everyone in the arena, Soren makes the suggestion for them all to sit in the stands to watch them "Spar" so they won't get caught into what he has planned inside his mind as Dante didn't waste any time agreeing. Including Ilya, the spectators understood why Soren said that in the first place since it has to do with what his magical power is. Because of that, the white-haired girl grows a little worried but decide to have faith in Dante and went to the nearest stand that's towards her companion's right.

Simultaneously, Cali made the annoying choice to sit beside Ilya, understanding how much it would bug her.

After everyone cleared out of the arena, Soren kicks up a small quantity of the ground's dirt to ready himself while maintaining his gaze onto Dante with a confident smirk as the two are situated roughly ten meters apart. "So you know, all who will be watching us are likely betting on me winning. I haven't lost in a spar since I became a Class B Minus Spellcaster and now I'm in Class B Plus."

Dante rebuttals with his left hand upon his waist and releases a skeptical chuckle. "I can imagine that to be true if you've always been fighting those who are way weaker than you, instead of someone who'll give you an actual challenge. Anybody's capable of remaining undefeated like that, especially a jerk like you. In all, you aren't really as strong as you believe."

Soren's ego doesn't falter as he cracks his neck via momentarily cocking his head to the right. "We'll see about that." He drops his head, slightly bends his legs after separating them a bit and states underneath his breath with a malicious tone, "First Stage... Rock Body!" Just when those words were uttered, Soren's entire skin instantly hardens into a brownish/grey rock material that causes him to increase in size a little, however, his height stays on par with Dante's and declares via a boasting voice, "Here's my magical power! The Embodiment of Earth!"

Immediately, one of the boys Soren defeated says to the other as both sit in the stands on the opposite end of Ilya's location with a disgruntled tone, "That's what he used against us in the beginning."

The second lad nods with his eyes fixed upon Soren and Dante. "Yeah, but it was his second form that was overkill. He could've just beaten us with that one."

Dante's eyes unexpectedly narrow with coldness resounding, compliments of the last sentence Soren spoke. "Embodiment? Did you get that from someone?"

Soren chuckles, excitement brimming after straightening his posture, as he takes a step forward. "Yes, I did! From the man I admire the most! He is a true example of what it means to be strong! It doesn't matter that he is an Einsburn we must be wary of if we were ever to meet him! He conquers all with the Embodiment of Armor! He is the one, the only...!"

Ilya's eyes greatly widen out of horror while getting up from her seat as she mounts her hands onto the edge of the border dividing the stands and the arena. "Crap, I forgot about that! The moron admires...!"

Soren slants his head back, stationing his arms at opposing sides of his body with them hoisted diagonally, and proudly yells, "Desmond Einsburn!"

Dante faintly grits his teeth as his fingers begin to twitch while lowered before muttering, "Desmond..." He suddenly has a memory of a taller, rugged, muscular man with short, combed-back, sleek, blonde hair within what appears to be the confines of a castle while his dull, green eyes show ill intent. After that, Dante closes his eyes to inhale deeply so he can calm himself down and eventually refocuses on Soren with a delighted demeanor. "Perfect... Then let's find out how you measure in comparison."

Not much later, Soren drops his stance with both hands clenched while his eyes are glued onto Dante. "Now, let's get started! Speed up!" The bleach-haired individual sprints towards Dante with an impressive amount of speed and soon reaches his adversary as he's ready to throw a right punch at Dante's chest.

In reaction to Soren's incoming attack, Dante simply maneuvers backwards via only his left foot being retracted to stand sideways and barely manages to dodge the fist, Soren's quickly baffled and thinks, "How did he do that? I even casted the basic Speed Spell to bridge the gap faster. It's not like he could cast his own as a counter..." The teen launches another punch to be sure if what happened previously was a fluke, but with his left fist this time.

Unfortunately for Soren, Dante avoids the second strike in the same way he did against the first, however, with his right foot poised rearward as this invokes irritation from Soren and commences to deliver a barrage of punches. While that occurs, the green-eyed gentleman grins out of light amusement as he elegantly eludes each attack with minor movement from his feet, mainly staying in one spot.

Meanwhile, Cali hastily rises to stand side by side with Ilya while fairly bewildered. "How's he avoiding all of Soren's punches when he isn't even a Spellcaster?!" She directs her attention to Ilya, who's to her left. "What in the world is he?!"

Ilya gives Cali a blank look at first until realizing how stressed out the brunette is due to the situation and smiles in a taunting manner. "Like I would tell you."

Thanks to that, Cali angrily growls prior to reverting her concentration to the battle.

Afterwards, Ilya's expression switches as she also resets her gaze to the fight with a hint of worry while thinking, "Then again... I don't know how he's doing that either. Even if he does have that powerful Sealing Glove, it's not like it can improve his speed, right?" The light-skinned person abruptly realizes something and is quite astonished as she thinks, "Unless, he's anticipating Soren's movements! That mean he's able to..."

During Ilya's internal monologue, frustration gradually overcomes Soren with every failed attempt towards Dante while hurriedly maneuvering around to launch his assault upon the human from different angles.

That, however, doesn't change much due to Dante moving sufficiently to narrowly evade everything Soren implements and nonchalantly comments, "Your emotions are getting the best of you, Soren. That's really dangerous against an opponent like me." He chuckles.

Soren temporarily grinds his teeth as he throws a big, right hook amidst shouting, "Damn you!"

Dante contentedly smirks before jumping into the air in avoidance of that strike while doing a compact side-flip, which elevates him over Soren, and swiftlyly lands a right stomp on the back of the bleach-haired guy's head with significant strength applied.

Because of that, Soren staggers a couple of steps in the direction Dante's kick sent him with some agony demonstrated and thinks, "What the...? That kick actually hurt." He places his right hand on where Dante had kicked him while steadly shifting his attention towards the blonde, who had recently planted both feet onto the ground at a small distance away, as he thinks, "But that shouldn't have when my skin is comprised of rock!"

Hearing Soren's thoughts, Dante softly laughs prior to directly facing the young male since he had landed sideways as he remarks with an instigating tone, "That only proves what I said earlier was true. You really aren't strong."

Soren immediately glares at Dante with a grand sum of rage radiating while tightly clenching both hands that are lowered. "No, it doesn't! I'll show you! Second Stage; Stone Body!" The individual's person rapidly grows into a thicker density of rock as it has gone to a dark grey color, having Soren look a little bigger in size.

Meanwhile, practically everyone in the audience are dumbfounded at the sight of Soren's new form due to him resorting to it so fast with Cali happily giggling before declaring, "He's done it now! To push Soren to go into his Stone Body Form is the beginning of the end for him!" She gazes at Ilya out of the corner of her eyes. "There's no way he can win with any puny kicks now!"

Ilya watches the arena without taking much consideration of Cali's statement and thinks with a solemn attitude emanated, "She might have a point. I don't know a whole lot of what Dante's capable, but from the details he gave, he needs to at least come in contact with the opponent to place a seal and missed his opportunity several times already. Dante could've simply sealed Soren's magic ability when he was throwing all those punches, but didn't... I don't get you, Dante."

A moment later, Soren draws both arms above his head with a loud grunt expelled until bringing them down as he shouts in anger, "Let's see you deal with this!" His fists crashes down on the ground, giving birth to a fairly big tremor throughout the stadium.

That causes Dante to falter a tad, puts his left hand upon the landscape for stability while staring at it and mutters, "This is most likely what he did to defeat the two Class E Spellcasters."

Then, out of nowhere, Soren appears before Dante with his right limb pulled rearward in preparation for a mighty punch. 

Witnessing that, one of the two Class E Spellcasters desperately blurts out after swinging his left hand to the side, "Watch out! That's exactly the combo he did to take us down!"

Ilya hurriedly talks to herself and displays a concerned behavior, "He won't be able to dodge quick enough in that position!" Her eyes suddenly widen out of shock as she notices that, instead of depicting distress on Dante, he's tenaciously smirking.

Following that, Soren launches his strike with all of his strength, but only ends up hitting the air again thanks to Dante's no longer being present as he thinks, "He... Disappeared?!"

Dante contorts himself forth from Soren's right while facing the same direction as him with both hands behind his back and utters in a smart ass manner, "No, I just moved faster than the speed of sound. That's all."

Soren peers at Dante out of the corner of his eyes with disbelief emitting as he mumbles, "What...?" He instantly recalls something and thinks, "Wait... How did he know what I was thinking?!"

Dante swiftly swings himself around, pivoting via his right foot after putting it forward, and harshly lands a reverse spin kick onto Soren's upper chest without removing his arms from his backside. 

Due to that, Soren's sent flying off the ground a little while releasing a distressful cry as his back eventually collides with the terrain and slides across it for a few seconds until ceasing roughly twenty meters from Dante. 

After accomplishing that, Dante aims his anterior to Soren's direction as he instills both hands within his pockets and comments in a carefree way, "You realize that you got no right to look down upon Ilya for depending on her staff to harness her strength."

Soren strains himself to sit upright, wincing in pain, and locks eyes with Dante. "What are you talking about?" He abruptly discovers that the rims of Dante's brown/red shoes are vaguely glowing and realizes how the green-eyed character was moving so quick. "Hold on. Are those what I think they are?"

Dante nods with delight resonating. "You finally figured it out! These right here are one of very few Magical Footwear, known as Accelerator. It multiplies a person's speed and agility. It's best for those who don't have any magic and Spellcasters without the Speed Spell." He deviates his vision to his feet. "Truthfully, I wouldn't be as strong as I am now if I didn't have any of the items I possess." Dante returns his attention to Soren as determination takes over. "And that's fine! I'd use whichever method to become stronger in order to defeat the one I must! It doesn't make me weak since I'm able to admit that I need help!" The blonde steers his head to the left so he can have Ilya in his sights with a sincere grin portrayed. "Hence why I'll never let anyone make you feel ashamed about that precious staff of yours."

Ilya faintly blushes with an upright posture established after taking her hands off the edge of the border.

Concurrently, Soren rises to his feet while displaying an unexpected calmness expels with his head mildly down and smirks. "That explains everything. Of course, you couldn't be this powerful without something like that." His eyes radiate intensity as he makes eye contact with Dante. "That's not real strength. You both are pathetic."

Dante gently scoffs, tilting his head to the right with a hint of skepticism. "Says the guy whose magic can only be utilized in succession from the weakest stage to strongest and still can't lay a finger on me having reached his second." He straightens his positioning while getting ready to resume the fight without pulling his hands from his pockets. "You're only ranked as a Class B Plus because of your third, and final, stage. Right now, you're probably on par with a Class B Spellcaster. Even if you do go into your last form, that won't be enough."

Soren's awestruck by Dante's words with his being straightened as he thinks, "How does he know all of that?! Cali and the Spellcaster that deemed me a Class B are the sole individuals to be aware of my final stage, so he couldn't have found that out from Ilya!" The brown-eyed guy then screams with an immense sum of anger overflowing, "WHO EXACTLY ARE YOU?!"

Dante suddenly shouts, excitement notable in his voice, amidst ignoring Soren's cry, "Accelerate!" The lad rushes forth with impeccable speed that makes him appear as a blur prior to arriving right in front of Soren while bringing his left foot backwards. "Like it matters!" Dante instantly lands the kick upon Soren's stomach, causing the bleach-haired young man to suffer a surge of agony, however, manages to retain his ground somehow.

Surprisingly enough, colliding with Soren's hard, stone-like body doesn't bother Dante whatsoever and maintains his gaze onto his opponent. In that exact moment, the Spellcaster's entire constitution turns into a yellowish/auburn color with the Spellcaster nearly doubling in size, his clothes becoming tightly pressed against him due to the significant change as he mutters underneath his breath via a strained tone, "Third Stage... Brick Body!"

A big right fist hurriedly comes down upon Dante, but misses thanks to the green-eyed gentleman eluding it through the grand agility he has under his domain.

After that, Soren's hand strikes the landscape, making the ground ferociously shake, while forging numerous cracks that spread out about five meters around the young man.

At the same time, everyone is astonished by Soren's prowess as Dante currently stands approximately eight meters behind Soren with curiosity surfacing and thinks, "Didn't see that coming. He's probably never gone that far before. Not that bad." The Caucasian chuckles and lightly says, "I guess this is the perfect opportunity to finally test THAT out then. Just gotta' be sure not to kill him by mistake."

Soren removes his fist from the terrain and slowly faces Dante with animosity emitted, his voice constricted by the agony dwelling inside him. "You're in for it now. You actually were inflicting pain on me with those fast kicks, however, I've gauged what you can do. You have no hope anymore." He smiles in a malicious manner. "You should've tried to finish me off prior to entering this mode."

Cali nods without diverting her eyes from the two in the arena while happily grinning and says to Ilya, "He's right! No matter how quick that friend of yours is, all Soren needs to do is land a single blow and that will be that." She shifts her vision towards Ilya. "But I have to admit, for a human, he did okay." The brunette giggles while placing her attention back onto the fight.

Upon listening to Cali's words, Ilya keeps her focus on Dante as she's specifically staring at his right hand with mild intrigue while thinking, "She'd be right if it wasn't for me comprehending that Dante could use his Sealing Glove at any moment. All he has to do is touch Soren, altering the tide of the battle drastically..." Her eyes narrow with suspicion arising while persisting her thought process. "What's bothering me is the fact he hasn't used it. Is he waiting until the last second, so that Soren wouldn't know what's coming and couldn't counter in any way? Although, he could've done it right from the beginning, avoiding the spar dragging out this long."

Dante confidently scoffs at Soren's previous statement with no warning and casually responds. "If I had done that, then this would've been a waste of time."

Bewilderment immediately surfaces on Soren's demeanor. "What did you say?!"

Dante slants his head to the right. "You heard me." The blonde slowly moves his left hand behind himself to reach into his pants' back pocket of that same sector and draws it back out a second later. Having done that, Dante joins his right hand with its western counterpart while both are raised to the height of his chest as he puts a similar glove to his Sealing Glove on his left hand, however instead of having the color black and the red letter "D", it's white with a red "E" at the middle.

The mere sight of that glove renders Ilya dumbfounded as she once again leans over the border while gasping and mentally questions, "Another Sealing Glove?!" The white-haired beauty promptly calms herself a little while thinking, "No! That wouldn't make sense! He would've fused it as he did with the others!" Realization then sets on Ilya as she softly utters so that way Cali wouldn't be able to hear her, "Hold up... Could that one be a... Power Glove?!"

While Ilya asked herself that, Soren intently examines the second glove as he takes into consideration the earlier explaination Dante gave about his Accelerator and speaks with no signs of concern anywhere. "That's right... You did say something that sounded like you had more than those shoes. If I'm correct, that's a Power Glove." He chuckles in a somewhat arrogant method. "As if it'd make much of a difference. That stuff simply double the strength of its wielder. That's it. I bet you plan on using the momentum from your shoes, plus that, to quadruple your might's output. Sorry to break it to you, but my Brick-Body can withstand at least twice that amount. You saw for yourself how easily I took that kick of yours during the process of transforming." Soren becomes quiet for a few seconds with his eyes closed before looking at Dante while keeping his recent personality the same."Say your prayers. Speed-"

Precisely when Soren was about to cast his Speed Spell, Dante swiftly spreads his legs apart, pulls his left arm backwards after balling his hand into a fist with it aimed at the terrain and states in a mildly excited voice, "Hold that thought!" He throws his appendage on the ground, forcing it to effortlessly shatter while expending all across the arena with a huge tremor following. 

As a result, the crowd desperately grip onto whatever they can while dumbfounded by the massive show of power, including Ilya and Cali who are striving to remain on their feet with even civilians outside of the training facility having felt the quake.

At the same time, Soren's greatly stunned while several large mounds of earth jet out from the ground towards him in a line because of how powerful Dante's punch was and can't react in time. This launches the bleach-haired teen into the air by one of the protruding sectors, resulting in Soren releasing a distressful cry with his eyes shut. 

Not long after that, Dante cheerfully smiles with his left fist remaining on the earth before accelerating skyward via jumping and immediately appears ahead of the airborne Soren.

Soren frantically opens his eyes with horror overflowing as a small gasp escapes his lips.

Then, Dante briefly curls up a tad to position himself so he can direct his right foot at Soren and sharply lands a fierce kick onto the Spellcaster's chest with enough strength to send his Soren crashing back down to the terrain, away from the large mound that hurled him in the first place. 

That done, all who are watching are once more left awestruck after regaining their composure as Dante descends to the distorted ground and land on his feet while beside Soren's left, who's lying at the heart of a crater that's four meters in diameter.

After doing that, Dante peers down on his opponent with an upright posture while stationing both hands behind his posterior and leisurely talks. "I'm gonna' explain something to you real fast. So listen up as you try to gather back some stability." He momentarily awaits a rebuttal from Soren, however, doesn't receive any as the brown-eyed individual struggle to move from his plastered stance with his eyes closed. Accepting that to be an appropriate response, Dante squats down with his arms now over his lap and sustains his vision onto Soren. "You see, you're absolutely right about Power Gloves, and thanks to a special ability I have that's devoid of magic, I already knew how tough your body became the second I kicked you in the middle of your third stage's transformation."

Soren finally manages to opens his eyes and merely gives Dante a dirty look.

Dante lightly chuckles, waving at Soren via his right hand in a somewhat taunting way as if to greet him, prior to mounting it atop his lap. "The only problem with what you stated was that it's in reference to ORDINARY Power Gloves."

Soren's abruptly encompassed by disbelief while thinking, "That would mean...!"

Dante contentedly nods following him hearing Soren's thoughts. "You got it!" The human raises his left hand while locating his left elbow upon the lap corresponding to that side and shows off the Power Glove to Soren. "This is one of God's Power Gloves. It's created for the sole purpose to be used against Lucifer's Sealing Gloves, issuing strength to those God choose. God's second left hand: Breaker."

Cali doesn't waste any time displaying her astonishment and bends onward as far as possible since the stands' border is in her way. "God's what?!"

Concurrently, Ilya maintains her eyes glued on Dante with a bewildered demeanor as she thinks, "God's Power Glove... A glove that is considered more improbable in attaining than the Forbidden Sealing Gloves." Her expression suddenly relaxes with a hint of seriousness taking over and thinks, "Not only does Dante have a fused Sealing Glove, he even has that glove as well. Is that the reason he doesn't care about selling the Sealing Glove to the Royal Council? Does it alone really overshadow the three fused together?"

Soren's mind rapidly rushes, desperately trying to deal with the revelation of Dante possessing such an item, while thinking, "No, can't be...! Is this guy some kind of monster?! What did I get myself into?! Oh, my-"

Before Soren had finish his internal turmoil, Dante emanates a carefree conduct and peers at the sky. "It's kind of funny. You mentioned how limited the strength boost given by Power Gloves are and kept ignorantly thinking you are superior... Although, knowing I have one of God's, you immediately begin to panic and reflect on the dreadful mistake you've made." He brings his focus to Soren once more as he points at his Power Glove while calmly remarking, "And that's without knowing that it'd take less than 10% of this glove's capabilities, and one punch, to defeat you. So... Who's really the weak one?" Dante shuts his eyes as he gleefully grins.

Soren becomes profoundly angry by the last thing Dante said as he ignores his fear and thinks, "Why you...!" He swiftly balls his right hand up and attempts to implement another punch at Dante's face.

Unfortunately for Soren, Dante effortlessly catches his adversary's fist with his left hand while exhibiting some intensity from his person amidst opening his eyes to lock onto Soren's, leaving the Spellcaster speechless.

Dante tightens his grip on Soren's limb, preventing the male from getting away, and comments in an amused tone, "I guess we have our answer." He then forcefully draws Soren off the ground, invoking a light grunt out of his opponent's mouth as he's brought to his feet, while heading towards the wavy-haired person. At the same time, Dante has angled himself accordingly to meet Soren while letting go of the brown-eyed character so he can hurriedly commandeer his left hand to the right region of his torso and curls it into a fist. A split second later, the young man faintly ducks his head under Soren's right arm and swiftly swings it at Soren with a determined smile established.

That leads to Soren receiving an impeccable, backhanded punch that instantaneously shatters the brick-like skin that covers his stomach as immense agony is etched upon the gentleman's constitution prior to being sent flying so fast that he's a blur. Not much after, the Caucasian's rear slams into the wall that was behind him with a large amount of smoke arising on contact as he slides up the stands poised in that direction with significant destruction crafted, compliments to how great the momentum was. Luckily for those initially sitting in that area, they managed to narrowly evade both the disaster and Soren's body as the teenager halts near the top of the stands with the smoke settling after a few moments. In the case of the others who were witnesses to the "Spar", the majority of them are unable to utter a single word as many of them can't totally grasp what recently occurred.

Simultaneously, Cali's horrified while taking notice that Soren's been knocked unconscious and has reverted to his normal form with his clothes almost entirely torn to shreds. After seeing that, the brunette delivers a distressful yell with fright resonating in her eyes. "No! Soren!" She quickly pulls away from the border's edge and turns to her right while running towards where Soren's lying.

Ilya observes Cali's departure for several seconds until deviating her attention to Dante, who's submerged both hands into his pockets with an upright posture and simply watches the downed Soren. Eventually, the dress-wearing girl decides to step over the border, lands into the arena while staggering a bit since it was a pretty high leap she took and travels towards Dante.

Soon enough, Dante's face to face with Ilya, considering he saw her heading his way as he had positioned himself to properly meet her, while asking in a happy tone, "I bet you really enjoyed that, huh?"

Despite the fact that she does, Ilya couldn't show it due to there being way too many questions flooding her mind prior to choosing one that bothered her for quite some time to inquire with a curious demeanor displayed. "Hey... Why exactly didn't you use your Sealing Glove?" She shifts her concentration to analyze the devastated surroundings and then says to Dante while focused on Soren, "All of this was seriously unnecessary."

Dante gives Ilya an apologetic smirk. "I know, my bad. I just couldn't allow this opportunity to test out Breaker slip by." The blonde's eyes grow dull as he gazes towards his right. "Plus, those two have been showing me a lot of animosity ever since the start. I thought it'd be best not to use it."

Ilya briefly snaps her head towards Dante with confusion emitted before looking towards her left as shock rapidly envelops her. following that, it's revealed that both Cassius and Faulch are situated at the entrance way as they are giving off the exact conduct Dante mentioned while the hazel-eyed chick mutters with concern replacing her previous personality, "Brother?"

*Scene Cuts To Black*

To Be Continued...