15 Chapter 5.3

The tournament was divided into five groups...

The Tanks.... The strongest of the classes, composed of mostly men. Each as tall as the sky and unmoving as mountains. Their part of the tournament consisted of a test of dexterity, strength and willpower. The most promising of the tanks was the General of the Desert Kingdom Pho...

The Scouts... Fastest of all the classes. Well versed in espionage and assassination. More than half are women, due to their limberness and seductive capabilities. The fastest and deadliest amongst them is the Queen of the Wind Union Eurus... They contest is a speed run, capturing enemy and acquiring information...

The Warriors... Righteous to boot. They never back down from a fair fight. They are found everywhere. Perfect soldiers. Not as strong as the tanks, but much faster, not as fast as the scouts, but stronger. Versatile with many sort of weapons. The best amongst them is the Crown Prince of Schatten Republic, Lars... They part of the tournament is simple. Comprised of a one vs one battle...

Tacticians... The brain behind the brawn. Tacticians are not know for their efforts in the battlefield but for their ability to change the tide of war... As they cannot fight amongst themselves, they will be given a battle unit of fifty people. Their job is to take and control the enemies fort...

And last but not least the All-Rounders or Element Slayers... The most unpredictable bunch... They are mostly rulers of elements, many of them have killed element rulers... The most famous out of all of them is the Crown Princess of the Desert Kingdom Ipia... for now... Their battle will be one on one and a group battle...

Somewhere in the desert...

A hunched person dragging it cloak slowly drifts... past the desert, past mountains and forests, it keeps going, everything withering and disappearing behind him. And as he reached out to protect himself from beast and bandits, they disappear. Their screams only audiable for seconds before the hissing of bones is heard...

Only mumbling could be heard from the ragged heap of cloth...

What is my goal... I sense a ... What was it again?... I must kill... But whoo... Y-Yfir... who was that again...? Kiiiilll...Deestroyy...What....?

Meanwhile Schatten Republic...

"Sir we have sent one of the overseers..."

"Good, send two more to the Wind Union... Have them recover the Origin!!!... We must have it if we wish to defeat that abominable beast... the one that caused the massacre many centuries ago..."