for sure for sure
Well done One T :)for sure for sure
(sorry for the long hiatus, just felt like I needed to take a break so I could refresh myself creatively.)
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Pandu as Trooper
A panda involved within the crime syndicates in the city. After he was caught in a heist, his keepers entered him into the Athios tournament, just for the fun of it.
Pandu doesn't have any special powers but he's from the streets.
Being one of the few pandas in the city, Pandu had to learn to be tough early on in his life. Growing up in the poor parts of the city, his life became too complicated way too early on in his life.
His parents worked hard to try and make a better life for their family but unfortunately, they just couldn't get the money to do it. Initially, Pandu was frustrated position in society, but eventually he came to accept it as a part of who he was.
That was until he came home from middle school one day, to see his father's bruised and bloodied face, his head wrapped with bandages. His father explained to him what had happened. On his way home from work, a group of teenagers had mugged him and stole his paycheck. At first Pandu was shocked, but then he became angry. He was going to revenge on whoever had done that to his father.
And he did just that. One night, he snuck out of the house and roamed through the dark city streets. Once he spotted them, he slashed through them, leaving them wounded and bleeding. Once he returned home, he was surprised to see his parents were still awake. His parents shook their head in dismay at the sight of his bloody claws. Pandu asserted that he had done them a service. He couldn't stand to just let them hurt his parents like that.
While his parents had taught him to just keep his head down and accept the place he was in, he decided he wasn't going to do that anymore. He was going to fight back. And ever since that day, he would often come home with wounds and bruises, and his parents would have to help bandage him up. They would again, look at him in dismay, reminding him that what he was doing was wrong, but Pandu just sat in silence. He felt like he knew better.
As Pandu grew older, he became increasingly involved in more violence, and it came to the point where he left his parents' house to officially begin his life of crime. Unable to bear to see the disappointment in his parents' faces, he left without a word, only leaving a small note reminding them that he was going to come back and help them.
In all honesty, it wasn't the life he wanted, but it was the only means he saw he could pursue in order to create a happy life for his parents. He had only ever gotten the things he wanted in his life by fighting, so that's what he was going to do now. Fight.
Through some of the connections he had made in high school, he quickly swore into one of the mafia groups within the city. While his parents had grown distant with him due to his violent activity, his friends were always there for him. Together, they fought bravely for unjust causes, only motivated by their desire to get the money they needed.
But that all came to an end in a risky heist him and his friends had planned to initiate independent from the mafia. They all just wanted money, so they figured they might as well just get it themselves. It all went according to plan, and it seemed that things would proceed as expected, until a harsh spotlight exposed Pandu and his friends on the roof of the city bank.
They made a mad dash across the roof tops of the city, but Pandu slipped further and further behind his friends. He tried to yell for help but they didn't turn back once. Eventually, Pandu was finally caught, and he watched helplessly as his friends ran off, with bags full of money slung over their shoulders.
With a criminal record long as a shopping list, things were not looking up for Pandu. He was put into a prison cell, and told to await an official sentence. After many cold hours spent wide awake, he finally was able to close his eyes and rest.
They told him that he would be entering the Athios tournament, which was hosted in the neighboring city. Still overwhelmed by the betrayal of his friends, the news only managed to shake him a little.
As he prepared to leave his cell and enter the Athios stadium, feeling hopeless and defeated.
I don't think any drawing i could make would do this man justice so I will not be including a drawing for this post.Paul blart defending the mall?
*flashback to the pics i drew with my mouse*Aaah good ol Onett drawings, feelin a little nostalgic.
I think at this point you’d know which kit I’d like to be drawn in now go ham with the creativity
Or alternatively: Myself channeling my inner Burstbird—a rare extinct species that once flew through the skies of Athios
Absolutely love this!! Great job onett :>*flashback to the pics i drew with my mouse*
for sure, ik what kit ur referring to :)
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Mythless the Arbalist
The only living subject of a horrendous experiment which attempted to infuse a human soul into a living human. And while he was the only person to come out alive, that's not to say he survived through it unscathed...
Coming from a country struggling to recover in the aftermath of many wars, his captors saw his victory in the Athios tournament as their only hope to restore their nation to its former glory.
Thanks to the soul that was infused into to him, Mythless can fight on the battlefield with unprecedented power and speed. However, both of his souls must work together in unison for him to be truly effective. Dealing with his other soul can be tiresome so he often doesn't have the energy to talk with others much.
The country of Slein warred with the Dutch, fighting long and bloody battles with them for many years. Myth had fought bravely for his nation, and was well known known for his marksmanship.
Growing up on a quiet countryside, he hadn't had much to do when he was a kid. Perhaps that's why he had such good aim. All of those days he had spent having slingshot battles with his friends on hot summer days and snowball fights in the frigid winter were finally paying off.
It felt like the war would go on forever, but eventually it did come to an end. However, the damage it had done to the country seemed almost irreparable. Myth and his cohorts saw this first hand as they made their way back home.
The army's journey back home was almost as depressing as the long hours of fighting they faced on the battlefield. As they passed through ravaged farms and villages, the people would yell at the soldiers, hurling insults and rocks as they passed by, exclaiming that it was their fault that their lives were ruined.
Myth and the other soldiers simply kept their heads down and continued marching.
They stopped periodically at outposts lined along their route to sleep. However one day, Myth woke up from a good night's rest to sounds of muffled screams instead of the rooster's crow.
He was tied up, sitting alone in a dark cell. The only source of light was coming from a door with a barred window, which he could only see thanks to the occasional flashes of light and screams that came from behind it. He could only hear so much through the thick walls of the cell, but he could make out some of the voices which conversed behind the door. He recognized them to be the voices of his generals.
He tried to get up and find an exit, but just as he started his escape, the door opened, and he was quickly taken in.
The room was dimly lit by candles, and the pink crystals which were pinned on his generals' uniforms shone sinisterly in the candle light.
He had remembered when him and his other friends in the military had first seen the generals wearing those crystals. It had taken all of the tension that was in them when they heard that they were being drafted into the army. They could barely stop themselves from laughing whenever their generals led them through training exercises. Out of all the colors they could've chosen, they chose pink. It was a blast teasing the generals for the cute pink crystals they wore on their uniforms, when they expected the new recruits to be fearful of them.
But in this moment, those crystals didn't seem so cute anymore. The army generals ordered Myth around, with a sword pointed at his neck. One of his generals took of the pink pin and handed it to him, telling him to hold it. They then pushed him to the center of an intricately detailed hexagon, drawn on the concrete floor with chalk. Myth tried to ask what was going on, but the generals refused to answer any of his questions.
For maybe one of the first times in his life, Myth was truly frightened. He could sense movement inside the crystal, as if something was banging against its walls trying to escape. One of the generals began to whisper under his breath, and arcs of lightning started to flash around him.
Myth was never the same after the soul of a Dutch soldier was infused into him.
Once the ritual was complete, he tried to kill the generals, hurling himself at them with unprecedented strength. The pink crystal he was holding in his hand had been embedded into his chest, and it now glowed bloody red. But eventually, the generals subdued him, and tied him up.
They explained to him that he would be entering him into the Athios tournament, and that he was their country's only hope for survival. Myth couldn't understand much of what they were saying. It felt like there was someone with a heavy Dutch accent next to him, constantly screaming in his ear. It was like the soul that had been put inside him was fighting for control.
He gripped his skull and gritted his teeth as he tried to make the other voice in his head go away. Seeing his crazed state, the generals decided to give him some time to adjust to his new state. They informed him on what they had done as he rested for a few days.
The generals had taken the souls of the deceased and stored them within their crystals over the course of the war, under the orders of their head commander. Originally, they were ordered to bring the souls back to the capital, to be given to the military coup which controlled the country with an iron grip. They were told that once they brought the souls back to the capital, they would be used to create even stronger soldiers, by forcefully combining the souls of the dead with the living.
On the day before the war, they had shown them one of their test subjects who had survived through the process. They looked human but was most certainly not. Its movements were erratic and rough and its footsteps created echoes that could be heard from miles away.
Upon witnessing the destructive force of infused humans, the generals had decided that they couldn't let their commanders get a hold of such dangerous resources. Desperate for another way out, they decided they were going to sacrifice some of their strongest men, to try and infuse souls into them by themselves, and Myth was the only person to come out alive.
Having taught himself how to control his other soul much better, Myth was able to process what the generals explained to him. But there wasn't much time left and the generals would have to return to the capital soon. They led him off to the nearby shore, where one of their old friends were waiting for Mythless in a ship.
They led him on board, and they waved goodbye as Mythless went off to sea.
So much had happened in so little time and he was still processing it all. Many questions fogged his mind as he trailed across the ocean. Could he trust those generals? How long was this boat ride going to be? But most importantly. How was he going to deal with this constantly nagging voice in his head?
colninja <3My skin + dgod
Time to dissappear again lmao
thanks liz :)Dang these are some sick drawings. Very nice.
anyway here's my request:
Lizardheart (I have my Christmas skin on rn so just leave out the antlers okay)
idk I guess me being afk and winning anyway somehow or something
Thanks Shad :)I cannot hold off any longer, I want one of these sick characterizations for myself!!! All the stories that accompany the art are super fun to read.
shadowstarcat (I'm still dressed as Sam from Danny Phantom for my MC skin but I feel like I can trust you to conjure your own design of whatever you feel would fit me as a character)
Everything else is up to you :)
Thanks Shad :)
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shadowstarcat as Medic
A healer who doesn't care about her team, Shad's only goal is to keep herself alive.
Her plans of assassinating the emperor of the Ren clan to claim the throne for herself were thwarted by her nomination to represent her nation in the Athios tournament. Knowing that her reputation would be ruined if she didn't take the opportunity, she leaves her county to join the tournament.
Unlike other contestants who enter the tournament fearing their lives, Shad is simply annoyed that she has to waste her time to fight in it. She swears to win as soon as she possibly can, so she can follow through with her plans. Her confidence is admirable to say the least. But is it really confidence? Or is it just stupidity?
Using her Healing Flame, a spell taught to her by her grandfather, Shad is able to heal others as well as herself (she mostly just uses it for herself). While it can heal any wound quickly and efficiently, the pain it causes is also quite severe.
Born into a wealthy family of government officials, Shad quickly learned to always watch her back. She couldn't remember how old she was when she witnessed the first assassination attempt on her father, but it would become just one among many she would see as she grew up.
In the Ren clan, status was valued above all else. There was little to no opportunity to ever move up in society. All of the farmers and peasants who lived outside of the capital city's walls would be doomed to spend their lives working the land, barely making enough to keep their families fed.
All of the nation's wealth was horded by the officials and the emperor, who remained walled in the capital and enjoyed lives of luxury.
With that said, it made sense as to why so many people wanted Shad's father dead. If he was killed, it would leave room for someone else to take his spot in the capital.
But Shad's father was always prepared. Many times, he had saved his family from death, thanks to his proficiency with his sword. He would often remind Shad that she should continue to train hard, so she could protect herself and her family, just like him.
Other than the occasional assassination attempts on herself and her family, Shad's life was actually pretty great. The city within the capital's walls was stunningly beautiful. When she wasn't having private lessons with her tutor or training with her father, she was always outside, playing with the other children in the parks. Giant trees sheltered them as they played games with one another, the bright sun reflecting across the park's vast lakes.
It was a blissful childhood, but as she grew older her life became more complicated. Her training with her father grew increasingly difficult, and the expectations her parents placed on her became increasingly burdensome. Since she was an only child, they expected her to replace her father in the official court once he died.
They forced her to stop seeing her friends after they found out she was collaborating with them in her studies. They told her that they couldn't believe she was working with someone that she was competing with, and that if she really wanted to survive, she had to do things herself.
His father was determined to make his way to the top and become the emperor of the Ren clan, and him and Shad's mother wanted to ensure that the next heir to the throne would be competent. He tried to reassure her that he was only being tough on her because he cared.
Her coursework eventually became much too difficult for her, but Shad showed promise in her combat prowess. She had reached the level where she began sparring with her father, and she was amused to see his usually stoic face melt off his face as her blunt wooden training sword barely grazed him. Sparring with her father became her favorite part of her day. It was her opportunity to let out the anger she felt towards her father for how strictly he treated her, but at the same time she felt like she also fought with all of her strength in order to receive his validation.
***Shad was 18 when her father's assassins finally succeeded. On that day, Shad was training with her father once more. As her mother entered to inform them that it was getting late and they should return home, several masked men came crashing through the glass, striking her father dead. In a fit of rage, Shad quickly slashed through them, but that wasn't before they successfully killed her mother too.
On the day of her father's funeral, she stood at her father's grave alongside her grandparents, and many other government officials, who had considered him an ally. Silence hung heavy in the air.
As an orphan of her parents, Shad was left with the responsibility of attending to her father's duties, and she was determined to make her father proud. They gave her just a week to mourn his death, and she stayed in her grandparent's cottage as she waited. Shad trained vigorously as she dwelt on her father's death. She thought back on what her father had said. That she should train hard so she could defend herself and her family.
Everyday she would go into her grandparents' backyard after breakfast, and practice her martial arts day in and day out. Her thoughts drove her mad. A million scenarios played out in her head.
Her technique became sloppy as she put even more force into her strikes, until a searing pain shot up her hand. She had slashed through her own arm.
She ran inside, and showed her gash to her grandparents. Instead of reaching for bandages, he reached for a piece of chalk and drew a symbol on his hand. He whispered to her, "This might hurt a little."
Her grandfather clapped his hands, and a bright green fire appeared between them. He slowly brought Shad's hand over it and it felt like her head was exploding with pain.
But when she looked down, her cut was completely healed.
Her grandfather got the piece of chalk once more, and handed it to Shad. "Here, I'll show you how to do it."
***And so, Shad went on to begin her work as a Ren clan official. She received her own private home, where she lived in alone, however she still visited her grandparents from time to time. Unbeknownst to her, her father actually had many allies among the officials, who welcomed her and helped her adjust to her new life. She began to learn many things from them, like her father's plans and the corruption with the Ren government.
Now an adult, Shad began to second guess her place in life. This was what her father expected from her, but was this what she wanted? Those thoughts quickly subsided. It was either this, living in the streets. Also, too many people were depending on her.
As she got closer and closer to her goal, Shad became increasingly ruthless. She couldn't trust the people around her anymore, they were all waiting behind her, waiting for her to fail so they could stab her in the back, and take her opportunity to become empress from her. She began using threats and bribes to keep them in line instead of words. And as her power grew, her humanity began to slowly slip away.
She got so close to the top, but in an unfortunate turn of events, she was nominated to fight in the Athios tournament. It was truly unexpected, and it was definitely not a coincidence. She had no choice but to join.
As she prepared to leave, she became annoyed with how unlucky she was. She didn't want to waste her time fighting in some dumb tournament. And so, Shad enters the Athios tournament... with reluctance.
yes mr.ownerI haven't posted in forever, but I want in on this.
Tarnum (whatever skin idc, but if you go with my current one just note that its blood on my beard and not a scarf, yeah I know I made it in 7th grade)
Burst (explosive days are out of fashion)
Idk doing something smart or shooting my last arrow before I "tear my fingers apart". Could also be something other than that, I just want to be surprised.
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PaintersDaughter as Ghost:
A mage prodigy from Northshire, who has literally been to hell and back, in hopes of bringing her mother back to life. However, her travels into the underworld came at a price, as the portal she used to enter into it unexpectedly refused to close. In desperation, she attempted to close it, but by the time she did, demons and spirits had already crawled through, and begun to ravage the land. As a punishment for her crimes, she was forced to fight in the Athios tournament.
Similar to Night, Paint is able to disconnect her spirit from her body to attack her enemies, however it leaves her body vulnerable to attack. While not as fit for physical combat as Night, her magical skill severely outclasses his.
Unlike other magic users who channel their energy through engravings on their arms or hands, Paint channels her magic through the scar on her face.
Ever since she was a child, Paint showed great prospect in magic. Her magical talent landed her a spot in many prestigious magic programs, where she continued to impress her mentors. They had all noted that she really was a magic prodigy.
Despite the constant praise she received, she never thought much of it. It was just something she was born with.
And so, she continued her studies, going from teacher to teacher, learning everything they had to teach her. That was until that fateful day when fleets upon fleets of enemy ships on the shores of Northshire.
Fire and brimstone rained from the sky as she ran until she couldn't run anymore. Once she was a safe distance away from the shore, she watched the pier of Northshire from afar. She watched the fire and smoke fill the air, screams of the dead faintly echoing across the town.
It was at this moment that her primal instinct to preserve her life over all else faded, and she finally remembered. Her mother lived right by the pier. She had been so busy with her studies that she had never been able to give her a proper goodbye.
A few days since her mother's passing, Paint finally decided she was going to take matters into her own hands. No matter what, she was going to bring her mother back.
For years, she prepared, studying the routes of hell and preparing all of the materials she would need to open a portal into the underworld. And to her surprise, the ritual was a success. Now, nothing stood in the way between her and her mother.
The journey through hell was treacherous, but she continued on, delving deeper and deeper into it. Until finally, she found her mother's soul. She attempted to lead her back towards the surface, but her soul resisted her. It tried to slash and stab at Paint's arm which dragged her towards the upper levels of hell, but Paint wasn't going to stop. It begged for her to stop.
She dodged her mother's swipes until she was finally back to where she started. Bloody and bruised, she let a sigh of relief, and began to chant the incantation to open a path back to the human world. But she let her guard down for too long. In the final sentences of her chant, her mother slashed at her eye, barely missing, creating a nasty wound under Paint's eye.
She let go of her mother's hand and tried to compress the wound with both her hands. But before she could wait for the pain to subside, she realized she had to get through the portal quick, or else there would be no other way out.
As she exited, thoughts exploded in her head. Years of her life dedicated to preparing for this moment, for it to just be thrown away. Why didn’t her mother want to come back to her? How could she be so selfish?
The landscape she saw as she returned was almost as hellish as what laid on the other side of the portal. She had left it open for too long, and vengeful spirits and crawled through the path she created and were now ravaging the
The day after her return, Paint stood before the jury and the judge. The demons she had let through the portal had wreaked havoc on the country of Northshire and it was all her fault. The only sentence available to her other than death, was her entry into the Athios tournament. To redeem her name and her face.
She didn't know exactly why, but she felt like there was still things she must search for answers for.
As she waited during the days leading up to the tournament, she thought through what she had seen in hell. And it became clear to her the truth behind all of human nature. Everybody’s best interests is really in themselves.
When offered safety, Paint left those she loved behind. When offered eternal rest in the underworld, her mother neglected her and everyone else she left behind.
She now saw her failed attempt to save her mother from the underworld as foolish rather than tragic. Wasted time spent on someone, something incapable of truly loving back. A human.
And so, in pursuit of the truth, she enters the Athios tournament. Scarred by her relentless ambition, yet still eager to see the true bounds of her power.
Thank you :)me going thru all this art!! ive always loved ur style.........i feel rejuvenated
if u want!-
Elacain as kit venom
can make it anything as long as it keeps the continuity of my pvp skills being like a 50 year old who's never used a comp b4 :) just here to have fun
ONETT.............THANK U FOR MAKING ME COOL IM IN LOVEThank you :)
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Elacain as Venom
Similarly to Glitch, she is a bounty hunter from the land of Shem, however, unlike Glitch, she was born in the city. Born with a rare terminal illness, the only way to keep her alive was to provide her with a constant stream of an expensive medication known as Ambrosia. Despite the doctor's suggestion to just let her die, her parents worked hard to scrape together money to buy enough of it. And for most of Ela's life, she never knew that they got the money to buy it by killing, stealing and robbing.
But eventually, her parents' sins caught up to them and they were killed by other bounty hunters, who sought revenge. Ela was left with no choice except to pick up the duty her parents once had and take on a life of crime to literally fight for her life. Unlike Glitch, who became a bounty hunter for the fame and fortune, Ela saw her life of crime as her only means of survival, and looks down on his seemingly vain decision to be a bounty hunter.
While Ambrosia has helped keep Ela alive, the disease inside her still had slowly eaten away at her, causing her to be physically weaker. However, Ambrosia is incredibly toxic to those without Ela's medical condition, and she can use it to attack her enemies if necessary, by dousing her sword in it.
After wreaking havoc in the city, desperate to get enough money to sustain herself, the government decided struck a deal with her after failing to stop her many times. If she joined the Athios tournament and won, they promised to supply her all the Ambrosia she would ever need, for the rest of her life. Wishing for her life of never ending evil to end, she gladly accepts the offer.
yes sirWow these are great, I'd like
Something to do with being in the #bloodcult
This is the last request I will be doing. I said this earlier but I wanna thank you guys again for the support you have shown me, I'm really glad you guys have enjoyed these character designs, it means a lot :)
I think I will do one more quick (emphasis on quick) drawing of all the characters and put them in teams to finish it off. Idk if I'll do more with these characters/ideas in the future but I guess we'll just have to wait and see.
And with that said...
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Leprechauns as Bleeder
A revived fighter in the Athios tournament. Imbued with the souls of many past competitors, his physical strength is unmatched. He doesn't exactly know why he was brought back, but he did overhear one of the tournament coordinators saying they needed to make the tournament "more entertaining" this year.
A former member of the blood cult, a group of people devoted to studying blood magic. However, the blood they experiment with is not their own...
Thanks to his proficiency in blood magic and incredible strength, Lep's strength is unmatched.
The following backstory will be more focused on the overarching plot behind the tournament rather than Lep himself. Read if you want a better understanding of the Athios tournament as a whole and its history.
Lep remembered the day he died 5 years ago. He was thrown off of a cliff during the Athios tournament, and landed a few hundred feet below, on a bed of boulders. Everything between that day he died and the present felt like a blur.
Obsessed with learning everything he could about magic, he went as far as to join the infamous blood cult and murdered many people in order to gain the resources necessary to practice it. He had been sent to join the Athios tournament to pay for the crimes he had committed as a member of the infamous blood cult. 5 years ago.
But how was he here now? Living and breathing. He could've sworn he died on that fateful day, but it felt like he had just woken up from a 5 year nap.
He sat in silence, in a cold, dark cell. But suddenly, he heard footsteps echoing through the hall, and a dim light creeping into the room. There was a group of people approaching him. He eavesdropped on their conversation.
"Our ratings have been way too low recently, I really hope this works."
"We don't exactly have the most options. But I think this is a good starting point. If this fails I guess we'll have to settle for more... drastic measures."
"I thought people would never get bored of watching those freaks fight. Though I guess everything gets old if you give it some time."
The footsteps got louder and louder until he could finally see two cloaked figures. One of them held their lantern up to get a better look at him. They opened his cell and led him up a stone spiral staircase.
They walked together in silence for a few minutes, until they reached a room with a chair in the center. The cloaked figures sat him down and left without a word. Minutes passed, then Lep heard footsteps once more. A man wearing a lab coat and white gloves, carrying a softly glowing pink crystal entered the room and locked the door behind him. Lep stared at the crystal. He could faintly recognize the faces of people inside it, screaming at him to let them go.
The doctor tried to avoid eye contact. He strapped Lep to the chair and pulled out a piece of chalk and began to draw on the floor. He tried to struggle but he barely had any strength in him. As the doctor finished his chalk drawing, he stepped back and sighed heavily.
Soon, arcs of lightning spark from the engravings on floor and the room is filled with screams of pain.
Minutes felt like hours, but eventually it was over. Lep barely managed to get up, and when he did, the pain still hadn't gone away. The voices of several people, were now screaming in his head. He couldn't make out a single word anyone was saying, and no matter what he did they wouldn't go away. He tried to block his ears but they still wouldn't subside. His thoughts became jumbled and intangible as the screaming continued.
The noise in his head drove him mad, but before he could unleash his rage, the doctor quickly stabbed him with a tranquilizer, and he fell unconscious.
When he woke up, he could hear crowds of people cheering. He back was in the Athios arena. In his hand was the sword he had used 5 years ago. On his body were new clothes. On his neck was a glowing red crystal, and a tattoo reading "1". He saw a few people, which he assumed to be new competitors, staring at him, trying to get as far away from him as possible. Still tormented by the voices in his head, Lep didn't have the energy to question anything. All he wanted to do was kill.
Ever since it's inception, the goal of the Athios tournament above all else was to entertain. Before there was books, magazines and television, the greatest form of entertainment was to watch others fight to the death, no rules or restrictions.
But as time passed, people started to become bored. They turned to other forms of entertainment, entertainment that was simpler, more pleasant but ultimately, fake. The Athios tournament began to lose popularity.
But this was the year that it was going to change. With the advancements made in magic and technology, they could do what has never had been done before. Bind the souls of many people into one. A spectacle that would draw in viewers from across the world.
Was this ethical? No. But does that really matter if they're just using the souls of those who willingly died fighting in the Athios tournament? Should anyone who is willing to kill others for fame and fortune ever be given the respect they "deserve"? No. They shouldn't.
Many people hide their deep, unconscious desires. Martoph was not one of those people.
He was going to grab the attention of people across the world.
By any means necessary.