You might have read the adventures of Cyrus Noble, the fortunes and misfortunes of Gabriel Collins, the misadventures of Noel and Dexter, and the dramas of Haley Jones. This is set in another universe, this is where things go very, very bad.
News reporters are frantic. Ever since the anomaly came to be they've been trying to get all over it. It hacked every kind of video and/or audio feed and broad casted a message. It went something like this:
A man's face appears on the screen. He looked like someone you would see in Ancient Mythology. He had dark red robes, and white hair. His hair connected to his beard. He wore a golden crown that was more like a tiara.
"People of Earth. I come from a different realm. A realm of Sorcery and Mystics. I will make this message as simple as I can. I am here to find the mightiest warrior of Earth in a fighting tournament. You will see the location soon enough. There is an admission fee. Three shards, of unknown origins, per person. The shards that your most intelligent men cannot even identify."
He showed a towering version of the Roman Colosseum, it balanced itself above the Atlantic Ocean, with an unnaturally huge whirlpool swirling under it.
The screens could show the gems as well. A shard about a foot long. Even in the stillness of the picture nobody can decide on the color of the shard. It was always shifting from blue to red to purple to green to clear and so-on.
"Also, you may be wondering, 'What could be in it for me?' Well, as you can very well see, I have many magical abilities. The prize is the Ultimate Prize of All Prizes. One Wish.
I realize that for most of you, this may not seem beleivable. That is why I will have my doors opened until the Summer Solstice. That's four months away. Oh, and I realize that most Governments will try to stop this tournament from happening. I would not recomend it. Any force coming here to attack will fall asleep on the spot.
That is all. Hurry and find those shards folks, four months can pass, just like that." He snapped his fingers when he said just like that. The feed ended, and the chaos began.
Little did anybody know of his true intentions. And little did he know that a handful of contestants will destroy him.
Our story shall start with the one called Vector.
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