Leonidas entered the tunnel to the Arena proper with a welcome sense of calm familiarity. He felt refreshed after his shower, and even with the talk he’d had with Ceruviel and Tarnys on his mind, there was a sense of purpose to what he was doing which soothed any remnant trepidation. What he’d always wanted, more than anything else, was a goal and a purpose to push toward. In the Duchess’ offer, he’d found just that.

Fight, win, advance, live.

The remnant concern over his use of his [Cataclysm Core] remained in his mind, and Leonidas didn’t by any means lack for caution when it came to the volatile—and clearly mentally overriding power of the Cataclysm Mana, but he knew he had to learn to control it, temper it, and harness it for his purposes—not run from it, and cripple his cultivation in the process.

His Mana Sage Title was proof enough of the energy’s efficacy.