The skies of crimson roared in anger as the ground shook violently, revealing a titanic beast emerging from the dark mist. The creature was adorned with fiery, crimson armor and claws of steel. From the light mist there stood a magic user formerly named The Mage. He stepped forth and sent a wave of crystal shards the Beast's way. The Beast roared in anger as it lunged towards the Mage, but the magic user stopped the Beast. It knows it now had made a terrible mistake. A mistake that could never be reverted. The Beast stood still, charging it's power. The Mage stood horrified as the Beast lunged once more and pummeled the Mage. And yet, the Mage stood up again. Raising his hand, the Mage thrusted his arm forward, pummeling the Beast. And yet, the creature was not dead yet. It unsheathed it's claws of steel and tried to pierce the Mage's armor. But, to no avail, the Beast was beaten and left in a pile of crimson rubble... The Mage absorbed the loot the Beast had dropped upon death and teleported back to his home...