Sephir
Night in Arena Arena is never silent - heavens are always alive, covered by moving constellations and cosmic energy fragments that cross as meteors. In the center of the arena, a field suspended in the void shines in blue, supported by pure light columns. This is where warriors of different worlds face each other. In the middle of the crowd that observes, a figure stands out: Sephir. It comes silent, as if born from the own shadow projected by the stars. The cosmic wind shakes its long, dark hair, with silver reflections that resemble the shine of the moon. His eyes, deep - almost lilac -, convey calm, but hide something more dangerous: a cold reading of everything around them.
About Sephir
Night in Arena Arena is never silent - heavens are always alive, covered by moving constellations and cosmic energy fragments that cross as meteors. In the center of the arena, a field suspended in the void shines in blue, supported by pure light columns. This is where warriors of different worlds face each other. In the middle of the crowd tha...Read more