Fotia

The wyverns fell upon the ground as corpses rained from the sky. The crowd cheered with a roaring passion. Many of Fotia's most depraved citizens were here to enjoy the blood bath and spill their wine upon themselves in drunken delight. But the royals who sat on the balcony watched stoically. As if they were gods observing a sacrifice to their name. The announcer flew amongst the hot air balloons arriving for those visiting for free. They could clearly hear him shouting loudly into a horn that blared throughout the stadium. "Uh oh things are looking a bit dicey for our combatants!"

The wyverns combined attacks, unleashing multiple whirling twisters made up of flames. He was avoiding a few twisters but one hit Babel and he was torched immediately. His attire is burning and revealing his burning white flesh with glowing blue markings. He screamed in agony before unleashing a black flame from his jaws that cindered a wyvern before he himself fell to the ground still burning. The other two were able to avoid or dispel the flames, both being Tyro. But, distracted by the twisters, Octavix was clawed in the goggles by a wyvern. He fell over and was immediately taken upon by one of them clawing his weapon. "Ah! Gaaa--!! Damnit!!" Octavix shrieked before his weapon's red orb core exploded, taking him and the wyvern out in a rising cloud of black smoke. Now the only fighter left was Kandix, a former knight of Fotia. She simply stood in one location as the flames engulfed her. She seemed entirely unaffected by the flames. "Looks like we have the last stand!"

Kandix didn't seem interested in fighting, her blade remained to her side. It was the wyvernkin who wanted to finish her off. Flying at her as a group. In an instant a cloud of smoke surrounded her. The wyvernkin flying into the smoke. None could see what was happening. But inside the smoke, Kandix was striking the bellies of these wyvernkin while dashing around to hit each one swiftly. "Whaaaaats going on!?" The announcer shouted. "It looks like we have a smokescreen! That's no fun!" The crowd still excited announced their own displeasure at this. After only a minute the smoke began to clear. Kandix stood there with wyvernkin around her on the ground. "She did it! Kandix is the winner!!" The announcer shouted with a blaring horn.

"It seems she has won her freedom. But lets see what our lord king Magnixx Hanoxx has to say!" The announcer pointed his white-gloved hand to the balcony where the royals sat. The King's hand raised and the crowd grew silent. He closed fist and pointed his thumb sideways. The holding of their breath was palpable throughout the crowd. He then pointed it down. The crowd began to cheer. "The King has declared she continues to fight for her freedom! Now we can begin the REAL battles you've all been waiting for!"

The gates began to rise up again. This time smoke seemed to escape the darkness behind it. A growling beast could be heard as it stomped forward into the light. A full-blooded wyvern, a true dragon not like the smaller wyvernkin who shared descendant traits. The dragon had a chain around its neck that dragged under it. Two more then began to emerge. One green, one red, and another black. They sniffed around the air and looked at the crowds and snarled. They began to fly around like their smaller siblings earlier and hit the invisible barrier. They roared and screeched at the flaming barrier but, unlike the earlier wyvernkin who died from hitting the barrier, it did not affect them much. The heat of the spell rolled off their scales like water on oil.

They then began to notice their fallen brethren around Kandix and snarled at her with ferocious jaws layered with rows of daggers to intimidate her. But she merely looked at them with disdain.

Fotia is a volcanic nation, named by other Descendants as the "Fires womb". Surrounded almost protectively by inactive volcanoes. It rests as one of the largest kingdoms the size of a large city. The ground grows hot often due to lava streams passing underneath channeling to larger volcanoes out the outer sides of the inactive ones. These active volcanoes are responsible for raining ash on the kingdom and black clouds that block out the sun.

A geographical wonder of this place is the many rain storms it has. Despite being surrounded by fire and rock this land finds itself decent amounts of rainwater and even more geysers.

Their kingdom is a cross of the future with the past. Not much clothes are worn by these people, as they are always in heat. They do love their gold, and armor plating even for show.

The Tyro of Fotia were the first to begin the Dragon war. Having been trampled on for centuries by the Dragons and receiving limited resources and burned homes, the Tyro, had enough. They worked on a style of combat that specifically targeted Dragons. Dubbing themselves the titles of dragon slayers. They were the front line against the King of Dragons and his brethren during the final battle.

The natives to this land are resistant to heat, love to relax in, eat and drink hot things, fight and wage wars. They generate energy for their homes and other belongings with lava which in turn creates heat that is used in different ways to power their mechanisms. They produce the most technology of all the kingdoms and are the most advanced due to this but mostly in weapons technology. Being the producers of guns and gunpowder, energy manipulation to form plasma guns etc. Their energy supply is on par with Tearianaris and their hydro fueled machines.

Their leader King Magnix Hanoxx. He was born from a long line of dragon slayers known as the Hanoxx family. They stepped into kingdom when their ancestor fought off the Dragons during the great war using volcanoes as their cover, soon relocating between all volcanoes to use them as resources and protection. Magnixx became king when his father died. He was not the only son in line but he was the most superior. Legendary feats were made of his power and speed such as slaying a tyrant dragon's head clean off with one swing of his sword, or the ability to summon fire hot enough to crumble mountains. But there is a reason why he is given so much praise. He is a role model and still young despite being wise and war minded.