Eight giant planets hung onto the heavens above, their orbital dance on their natural path solitary and unobstructed. Preoccupied with their monotonous display of servitude, they help reflect the glory from the stars beyond and their giant moons playing second fiddle revealed the timeless and strange world below.

  The valley of despair, a glorious landscape covered in mystery and rich history. The land that's said to have received many ancient warriors, giving shame and humiliation to some and equally glory and honor to others.

  The valley situated in the centre of an unimaginable mountain range, reminiscent of the jaw of death—its dimension in the tens of thousands of kilometers, its entrance dwarfing the giants of old, and sending its seductive invitations to all warriors who will behold it.

  The sky of the valley was filled with giant meteors, few rushing to their doom as they crash to the earth below with explosive fireworks, their legacy competing with the cataclysmic thunderstorm blanketing the heavens above with thunderbolts threatening to annihilate anything on whim for the title of the fiercest and most beautifully destructive.

  Large bead of rocks rolled down from the mountains bordering the valley to the feet of the titanic statue of forgotten warriors of valor that stood ceremoniously to encircle the valley as they watch solemnly shadows of contest that long took place in the valley crazy ground that has molten sand geysers reaching a height of few thousand kilometers approaching the suspended meteors above, hot sand mixed with glass whirlpools as large as an island, and irregular sand waves as high as skyscrapers which for some reason are incapable of plotting a regular track.

  On an open land that leads to the valley's entrance, a solitary but majestic silhouette came into view approaching the valley—apparently taking the valley's invitation.

  This tall cloaked figure with two brightly glowing green eyes peeking from directly under the hood that hide their visage took a pause in front of the valley called despair, and after what seems to be a moment of contemplation, they release a sigh before taken the few steps that sets them into the dangerous valley.

  "So its here finally" Muttering with a relieved voice and countenance—though their face couldn't be seen—after stepping into the valley, the figure raised their head to the arrogant display in the heavens of the valley.

  As perceived with a spiritual eye, a green glow emanating fom this figure expands rapidly and instantaneously bathed the whole landscape which like a command put the whole concerted crazy display of the valley on hold, ushering in calmness and tranquility in every dimensions.

  "Will you ants just show your faces already." The soft and deep voice of the figure filled with calmness and dignity echoed in the valley as they took one step that landed them at the centre of this immensely vast valley. And from below this figure's feet, a golden altar carved for the most eminent of deities rose slowly as they also in a lotus position assume their natural place on top of the altar with one of their hand supporting their cheek, and the other on their lap tapping their knee rhythmically.

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  "You cowards don't tell me you truly have no balls" The figure mouthed, their voice laced with provocations.

  "This hiding, I hate." A figure of considerable height and bulk mouthed as he with heavy and suffocating steps betrays his place of hiding stealthily behind a statue, and found his own place not that far from the majestic figure seated on the golden altar.

  Not long after, silhouetted figures, male and female, young and old, of different species, races, forms, sizes, color, aura, even different weapons and apparels, all like a mob emerge from the cracks and shadows of the mountain bordering the valley, carrying with them presence that can suffocate the spirit, overload the mind and distort the flesh.

  "Mmph. And here I thought we hid well. Who would have thought we will be easily discovered?" A bespectacled figure standing on a floating platform that is approaching the golden altar said, his voice tinged with feigned disappointment and his feigned sombre expression under his big spectacle mask an arrogant glee.

  "Several lords and great lords, let me introduce you to the lord I reserve my highest respect, the ruler of the west, the—"

  "Hey glasses, state your problems already" The dignified voice of the majestic figure on the altar interrupted the bespectacled figure who is about to start something the majestic figure consider a monkey show.

  "Ah ehm" The bespectacled figure cleared their throat and continued, not in the least fazed.

  "My lord as you already know the people of BRAVE have decided you transfer all your rights and possessions to our alliance... so we can help properly manage them on your behalf.."

  "So you are saying I should become a puppet your alliance can control for the good of the people of BRAVE." The majestic figure rephrased with sarcasm and a chuckle, acting like a wonderful realization hit them.

  The majestic figure continued in a deep and low voice as their expression turned serious. "What makes you idiot think I care for the people of this world?"

  They raised their head, stare at the bespectacled guy and demanded with authority "Answer me glasses."

  "My lord this is the will of the people. And at this time when the world is welcoming peace, its our alliance duty and everyone's responsibility to maintain it. Or my lord, don't tell me you want to go against the times, the will of the world, the will of the masses." The bespectacled figure replied as they adjust their cheap looking spectacle, their tone and expression stern and righteous.

  (Sigh) the majestic figure exasperated asked "Are the six rats hiding in the sewers behind you the enforcer of the will of the world, the will of the people, your source of confidence"

  As the majestic voice came to life and echoed, concluding, the assembly of ambushers descended into panic, a gloomy atmosphere seized control of the valley and the expression on the face of the bespectacled guy in particular twisted like shit.

  Continuing with their lecture, the majestic figure rose on their feet, their glory and splendour—a testament to a chronicle of hell and heaven overrides all presence and their will singing the song of invincibility brings to life the ancient warrior of valor casted in precious stone.

  "It never changes, beginning and the end, heaven and earth, light and darkness, man and nature, the strong and the weak, idiots and..."

  The majestic figure paused and their glowing green eyes suddenly locked onto the bespectacled figure who even after already scrambling his way to the back of the numerous powerful ambushers, is with an ashen countenance, a shaken spirit, a short breath, and a violently beating heart

  "Come, let's communicate with our fist and let might be right, little ones." As the majestic figure arrogantly declared with a wide grin, the skies and the earth of the valley resumed their crazy displays and their black hooded cloak was blown away, revealing their bestial and enviable self.

  And so finally, hell contested for a place on earth.