REALMS: MITHRAS' CHOSEN RULER

Chapter 1

Demetria Kingdom

Celestine City

Volta Arena

Many spectators gather around the Mythos continent to witness the tournament of the decade. A tournament where warriors test their skills and prove to the world that they are strong in both mind and body, for the tournament tests not only their physical strength but also their mind's prowess. For years hopeful warriors entered this tournament to challenge their selves and prove their worth. Many have failed where many has flourished. Many were conquered and some has plundered. Great warriors have been raised and fall. History of great battle resides in this very place where the champion will be blessed by the three Magi, and will be given gifts from the god Mithras. The champion also has the chance to take the legendary sword out of the stone. A legendary sword that is worthy of that of a king, of an emperor; a sword only the destined ruler can use.

Now as time pass, when no one can pull the sword out of the stone, its history, legend and its purpose has been forgotten. Years that no one has pulled the sword out of the stone has regress it into a mere ornament, wherein the winner's act of trying to pull the sword out of the stone has just become a mere tradition, a mere ritual to showcase superiority amongst others.

But now, the tides are changing. A few people have recognized this. The legend will be reborn once more in this very arena where time itself concerns.

Thousands of people gazing eagerly inside the stadium where holographic screens made of pure energy* displays the battle in it. And now comes, the finals where the last two strongest contestants battle each other out in another realm, where the champion will emerge.

Two strong and brave young men stood and face each other with full of determination. The countdown to ready ends and it resonates with a gong. The crowd cheered with excitement and with a flash of blinding purple light, they have vanished.

Now, all they need to do is to wait.

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In a room where two unconscious men lay, a silhouette of a person can be seen. The person heave a sigh of relief but then, magic runes appeared before this person.

"W-what is this?!"

The magic circle has already been triggered and in a flash of blinding purple light they vanish without a single trace.

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One minute and twenty seconds later, the images displayed above changes and the counting of the time limit has stop. But before anyone can see and react, a blinding flash of purplish light obscured the vision of the people.

In a moment, they are all stunned. A smoke of dust covered the arena making it hard to see the field. Suddenly, four giant screens flickered above the arena showing the field. The screen shows it clearly, zooming in at the center of the field. Slowly, the smoke disperses showing a silhouette of a lone person standing at the center. Seeing it, the crowd started to cheer believing that the awaited champion has come.