Prologue: Aftermath

It had been two weeks since the official termination of the Metatron Tournament, to which 500 lives were sacrificed to the game. A rumored four contenders had won and survived the battle royale rather than the anticipated individual winner. "How?" Many have asked, especially when the primary stated condition was that only a single contender would win it all. But what mattered more now was that a large mass of population had been cut from various districts, meaning the numbers in varying factions dwindled. Due to this, faction wars lessened over the regions, with fear of having their numbers extinguished—this would lead to the extinction of the factions themselves. So the districts fell quiet, and rather than action be taken, threats spread across rivaling factions like wildfire. Cold war-like statements were made, and secret alliances were formed in the dark. The burning chaos that once plagued the country was now temporarily tamed.

The people were waiting. They were waiting for the next catalytic nation-wide event to occur.

The clock for judgement had only just begun.