The air over the [Shattered Peaks] was unnaturally still.
Towering mountains stretched endlessly across the horizon, jagged and broken, like the bones of ancient gods left to rot under the sky.
It was here that four powerful figures stood, silent and unmoving for a long moment as the wind howled through the fractured stones around them.
On one side were the entities of Death, Nocteron, the God of Death, and his Chosen, Lich, both cloaked in an overwhelming aura of decay and finality.
On the other stood the forces of Primordial origin, Elyssara, the Primordial Goddess, and her Chosen One, Seren, their presence emanating life, light, and resistance.
The [Main Round] of the Chosen Games had begun, and the stakes were unforgiving.
Only one pair would leave this place alive.
The battlefield itself was brutal, a massive range of ruined mountains and splintered ridges stretching for miles in every direction.
Broken terrain. No flat ground.
