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There were a dozen figures kneeled in front of a golden throne. Their faces were all hidden inside hoods that were attached to beautiful robes made of purple silk. The man who knelt closest to the throne rose his head slightly, as his deep voice echoed throughout the room. "Father, it is time. Everything is ready." "Good. Now, send the announcer, and start the system." A voice that could only be described as archaic replied to the man. "Let us see who will be the victor; let the entertainment begin!" In the middle of the room, a condensed ball of magic that started as small as a speck grew large in no time. After a brief flash of blinding light, an exquisite tome appeared. It floated upward and opened itself to a blank page. As if right on cue, a flying pen came rushing to its side and placed itself above the hovering book. It wrote: 'One must be able to laugh at death to become immortal.' The scritches finally came to a stop. The pen moved towards a corner of a book and scribbled a name down. Golden lights enveloped both items and disappeared thereafter. At the time, there was a young man who laid atop a hill. He was sleeping peacefully until blinding light shone on his face and jolted him awake from his slumber (reuploaded under the same name! Descent of the Apocalypse)