It was a new day in the land of Eldoria and everyone were now busy preparing for the upcoming war that is about to befall ok them.
But right next to Eldoria, the skies above the open field that rested there roared with thunder as if the heavens themselves anticipated a clash that was predestined for the lives of two young men that stoud facing each other on it. The ground was wide, barren, stretching endlessly, yet it trembled beneath the weight of the two overwhelming auras.
On one end stood Kelvin, his dark hair whipping wildly in the wind, his eyes glowing with a deep black and crimson tint that swirled with threads of black. The aura of Chaos around him twisted reality itself, warping the very air like a broken reflection. At his back, a shadowy crown flickered—marking him as the Heir of Chaos.
