The arena was ablaze, both metaphorically and literally. Lyra walked with a soft stride, surrounded by an aura of water that rippled like a calm ocean. In contrast, Lyco radiated an energy that seemed to want to consume everything around him. He swung his fists, making the air crackle with sheer brute force.
Orion, in the King's Hall, looked thoughtfully at the arena and asked his colleagues something that came to mind: "Is there anything special about the name Lyra? I see many people with that name!"
Arthur looked away from the arena. "That's normal, the name Lyra was popularly recorded in history for a woman who unified the continent in times of suffering."
'Lyra MonBravo Arceus, the woman who stood at the top of the continent.' Astria thought
Turning his gaze back to the arena, Orion muttered, "So that's it."
