Chapter 452: Prepping (1/2)
In the blink of an eye, several days have passed.
Today was the 7th day of the week, freeday. Tomorrow would be the day of the grand event. On the next Starday, the grand event that would set not just the city's fate, but most likely the entire kingdom's would finally kick-off.
From what he was told over the days, Aiden had a rough understanding of this almost month-long event that would take place in a place that had vast similarities to the Pocket World, where he and Lily trained during their childhood.
They called that battle the Battlegrounds, as it was nothing more than a vast, endless plane of millennials of carnage and bloodshed. An entire world, connected to this reality through the assistance of the Academy, was a place where this event was taking place since the beginning.
Countless cycles of this barbaric slaughter-fest have already gone by, hundreds of thousands of souls breathed their last in those vast planes. Littered with remnants of past battles, this apocalyptic landscape should also be filled with trophies and forgotten treasures left behind by those that were sent there before.
In any way… This… 'event', that would eventually settle who would be the best to sit at the helm and control the vast resources and power of what comes with the title of 'City Lord' was nicked as the 'War Games'.
The opposing parties would send their armies to this plane, where there would be one goal only: Survive till the end.
After the month-long intercourse, the party with the most men left standing would be crowned as the victor and given the famed title and the seat for the ultimate leadership.
Inside the Battleground, there were no rules. You can use whatever means you feel necessary, your only goal would be to ensure your own army's ultimate survival, but most importantly your own.
Once you were sent in, there was no way out. With the world's law altered, making the creation of a [Gateway] or any type of Dimensional Traversal an impossible task from the plane. The only way out would be from the outside, back from Eora through the assistance of the Academy's complex rituals.
One could ask: 'How are the people inside are supposed to eat and drink if the world is supposedly devoid of any life?'
The answer to that great question is actually not that simple. Whilst there should be some sparse wildlife artificially implanted, just for this very same reason, together with some vegetation, but to be honest that would hardly be enough for multiple armies, and hundreds upon hundreds of people.
In reality, besides this, 'natural' method of hunting, there is one extra lifeline, that the people stuck in that sub-world can rely on, and that is the daily supply drops.
Every day around noon, a package of provisions and items donated by the people of Higrove would be sent into a randomly selected region of the map. The supplies would be sent in through a gate, opened high above the sky, making sure that each group could see it.
This is done to ensure that the armies wouldn't just converge towards the central plains constantly, but would be forced to traverse the dangers and the many different biomes that were created.
Yes, dangers, plural. This world, this small world between alternate realities, dimensions is rumored to house many unique challenges. The 'participants', the followers, and mercenaries of the opposing four leaders don't only have to face each other, but also the entities and threats are thrown there.
Horrors, Nightmarish entities, monsters, and even, if the rumors could be believed: demons lie in wait beneath the surface to prey upon the unsuspecting, unlucky sods that invade their eternal cells.
Whilst it was mostly explored once in the past, there are many unknown secrets tucked away in this world…
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