The other witch is busy watching the men walk in and seems unaffected in any way, her lack of any real magick shielding her from any effects it seems. I hold my breath to help with spiralling nausea and light-headedness as I catch sight of him, climbing under the ropes and ducking into the ring. My body sizzling in ways I haven’t experienced in centuries and my heart speeds at a deafening rate.

He’s wearing a hooded red robe that hangs to his knees, hood up and belted around him with a fiery sun logo on his back as bold as day. It makes me swallow hard, suddenly understanding the...