In the near future, a tribe of spell binders named "THE WITCH CRAFT FACTION" rose up against their own people: the human race. The Faction sort to rule over all and control destiny.
But humanity fought back. And now the weight of saving the future of humanity from the villainous spell binders rests on the shoulders of humanity's elite forces: the Romans.

THE ROMANS: TIERS OF POWER

The assistant pilot got up from his seat. He was seated to the right of his colleague. He lifted his headphones away from his head. 


"What are you doing?" the head pilot asked. 


"I’m going down there to stop Death Key." 


"Have you gone mad?" The head pilot rhetorically asked. "You are still young; there is no point for you to roll the dice with death. Sit back. I’m your elder. I’m the one that's supposed to go down there. I have been married for more than 40 years, and my kids are all grown up…" 


The assistant didn’t listen to his colleague’s boring epistle. He untucked his shirt from his pants and rolled up its sleeves. He felt that his colleague was just talking to push him into going down to stop Death Key, but he was wrong. The head pilot wanted both of them to sit back and plan how to escape the ‘inevitable’ hijack of the aircraft by Death Key. 


"YOU ARE A COWARD, MING," Elder Double Yan barked at the head pilot. 


Suicidal Death Key