1 Prologue

Two armies, two flags, and one battlefield were present in the last and final floor of the tower. The blowing winds, the fluttering of the flags, the swaying dust were all non existent. There was none of it. What was present was the tension, and the emotional rage that was being suppressed from both sides.

Hundreds of thousands spanned each army, as they brandished multiple weapons. Ranging from a spear to a sword, there were countless of them. The final floor of the tower, is to conquer once and for all and emerge victorious.

In front of the two magnificent armies, two men stood with their respective auras and stared at each other. One with hatred, while one with a clear goal in his mind and a placid attitude. Did it matter? Not at all, because though they were never friends to begin with, their goals were similar in a way.

"It still isn't too late for you and your people to stop this madness. You would never understand the pain we went through to get all the way here. Even if it meant to sacrifice one of us." The leader replied.

Hearing his enemy's reply, Tamas stared at him idiotically.

"Sacrifice? Give me a break Rakshasa. Your people pointlessly killed each other, pillaged and even killed one of our own as well. You climbed the tower for your personal desires. We climbed it for the truth.

"So you won't back down no matter what?! Fine then, have it your way. Today only one of us would be getting out of here alive." None of these threats fazed Tamas.

He gripped his staff tightly. His entire body was coursing through adrenaline. Not just him. The people who were fighting for him, were all undergoing through the same flight and fight response. Their arduous training and efforts all lead them to this very battle field here today.

This legendary battle would shake the very earth. However, it would decide which side humanity chooses. For truth always prevails, and evil always falls short.