'A landscape that doth strike a chord of familiarity...'
On a planet whose beautiful, picture-perfect landscapes were marred by the trampling of hordes, a natural border emerged, dividing the inhabitants into two sides. As the myriad races gathered, it seemed they were poised for a showdown, locking eyes with their enemies in a tense stare-down.
The crowds on each side were mesmerizing, their sheer numbers illuminating the surroundings with a dazzling display of light.
Such celestial beings, with hair as pure white as starlight, eyes composed entirely of blinding white light, and bodies covered in radiant white, were, at the very least, Demigods.
Hordes of Demigods lay on both sides, their hands gripping weapons of pitch-black. In the following second, armors of advanced technology activated, starting from specific points on their bodies and spreading like a web to cover them entirely, as quickly as a blink.