Armageddon

Five Teams, Ten People, One Winner
It was the dawn of a new day in the great Kingdom of Daedalus, with its loyal citizens still making its way across the streets to make way for their daily routines and work, and its honour-bound knights waiting to both greet and protect in the service of their liege and lord. Walking along its streets was not only that of its people but also adventurers from all over the country, with the presence of mages being seemingly in abundance from not only legal to dark mages, yet also those claiming independence. As if praising the very sun itself, the city walls and households were cloaked in an orange-hue from which the very light itself could only grant hope for anyone who would be engulfed in the warm presence. Yet historians would go on to say that it was merely a trick of the light that the denizens of that great kingdom would ever have the thought of calling this day as one of good fortune. For by the will of sources and beings unknown, today was to be a dark orbit in the Kingdom of Daedalus. It was an event that began with the arrival of several individuals, spread across the city yet still within eyesight for any one of them who wished to see.

Their images took form gradually on one of the rooftops close to the market square, one being that of a scarred man with little memory of his past and the other of a lonesome bounty hunter travelling the world. Nero Atosakio opened his eyes, the confusion being written all over his face as he peered across the various buildings and people walking on the streets below- only to be met by the gun pointed towards him by Æthelwulf who'd arrived alongside him. No words were spoken or introductions given, had they done so then maybe they'd realised that they'd encountered one another from their time in the Palandiell events between their families. Yet just as soon as the gun had been pulled, almost just as quickly had the bounty hunter lowered it again, only to watch as the other man started clawing his chest as the Phoenix Slayer was first to speak. "Strange... I have this... Intense rage swelling up inside me, to simply lash out. Yet I get the feeling it isn't towards you." Peering back at the bounty hunter who'd remain silent yet agree all the same, looking out instead towards the city. "But towards them... or at least some of them." They ultimately needed a moment to puzzle out what was causing these feelings and more importantly, towards who...