The Primordial Tamer

Orion stood victorious in the center of the arena. He had just defeated Xander and his powerful dragon, Vortex, in the first match of the final round. The audience erupted into cheers, their voices ringing out in appreciation of the impressive battle they had just witnessed.

Orion could feel the energy of the crowd pulsing through him, their excitement and enthusiasm fueling his own sense of triumph. He had worked hard to get to this point, honing his skills and training his beast to perfection. And now, all of his hard work had paid off.

As he made his way out of the arena, he was surrounded by a sea of fans, all clamoring to congratulate him on his victory. They showered him with praise and adoration, calling out his name and telling him how much they had enjoyed watching him battle.

"Did you see that?" one spectator exclaimed to their friend. "Orion really pulled out all the stops with that Frozen Glacial Claws attack. I've never seen anything like it!"

Another spectator chimed in, "And what about Vortex's Dark Inferno attack? That was truly impressive, but it just wasn't enough to take down Nova."

"I have to admit, I thought Xander had this one in the bag," a third spectator said. "But Orion was just too strong. He really knows how to train his beasts."

The audience buzzed with excitement as they discussed the battle, each person offering their own thoughts and opinions. Some praised Orion's skill and strategy, while others admired Xander's determination and resilience.

As the crowd began to disperse, a group of young children gathered around a nearby food vendor, their faces alight with excitement.

"That was so cool!" one of them exclaimed. "I want to be a beast trainer just like Orion!"

"Or maybe I'll be like Xander and have a Dark Inferno Dragon," another child added, their eyes gleaming with excitement.

Their conversation was interrupted by the vendor, who grinned and said, "Well, you never know. Maybe one day you'll be the ones battling it out in the arena."

The children laughed and grinned, their imaginations running wild with the possibilities.

On the corner of the coliseum, a young man and an old man stood watching the ongoing battle between Fenrir and its opponent. The old man was the young man's butler and had been with him for many years.

"That Fenrir is pretty good," the young man said, his eyes fixed on the battle. "I never knew it had this much power."

The old man nodded, a faint smile on his face. "Indeed, young master. Fenrir is one of the strongest beasts out there. It's no surprise that it's doing so well."

The young man watched intently as Fenrir unleashed a powerful attack, sending its opponent flying backwards. The audience erupted into cheers, impressed by the beast's strength.

The young man's eyes lit up with excitement, and he turned to his butler. "What do you think now? Do I have a chance to beat him now?" he asked eagerly.

The old man regarded his young master with a thoughtful expression. "Even though Fenrir is strong, I believe that you are much stronger than him," he said reassuringly. "You have been training for this moment for years, and I have no doubt that you will be able to defeat him."

The young man smiled, grateful for his butler's words of encouragement. He knew that the old man was not one to praise him lightly and that he must truly believe in his abilities.

"You're right," the young man said, his confidence returning. "I have worked hard to get to where I am, and I won't let Fenrir or anyone else stand in my way."

The old man smiled approvingly at his young master's determination. He had served many masters over the years, but he knew that this one was special. The young man was not just a wealthy aristocrat but a talented beast master with a true passion for the sport.

The old man had watched his young master grow from a boy with a dream to a powerful and skilled beast master. He knew that the young man had what it takes to become a champion, and he was determined to help him achieve that goal.

"I have no doubt that you will be victorious, young master," the old man said with a reassuring smile. "You are not just a common person. You are someone who has the potential to achieve greatness."

The young man's eyes sparkled with pride, and he nodded. He knew that he was destined for greatness, and he was ready to prove it to the world.

As the audience cheered on the ongoing match between two powerful beasts, there was a group of suspicious individuals huddled together in a hidden corner of the coliseum. They were discussing something in hushed tones, their faces twisted with greed and malice.

"Do you already set it up?" asked one of the other guys, his voice low and urgent.

"I have set it up," replied the leader of the group, a tall man with a sinister glint in his eye. "Let's see how we can disturb this tournament."

The others nodded in agreement, their faces eager and excited.

"What's the plan?" asked a younger member of the group, his voice filled with anticipation.

The leader smiled, revealing a set of sharp teeth. "We have some tricks up our sleeves," he said, his voice dripping with malice. "We're going to disrupt this tournament and cause chaos."

The others looked at each other, a sense of excitement building within them.

"But we have to be careful," warned the leader. "We don't want to get caught. We'll strike when the time is right."

The group continued to discuss their plan, their voices low and urgent. They were determined to cause chaos and destruction, no matter what the cost.

This was the exact group that Sect Master warned Orion about. Orion didn't know that the group was already in the move.