A few days later…
In the sky above all worlds, light and sound came together. A voice filled the air, deep and strong.
It was Suelo.
The Strongest God.
"All must hear me!" he said. "I, Suelo, the Main God, call for a great test. A fight that will shake the stars. A tournament across 18 Universes!"
People from every world stopped and looked up. The skies lit up with Suelo's power.
"Each Universe must send their strongest!" Suelo said. "Four fighters! Mortal only! No gods, no half-gods! Only true-born fighters!"
"And to make this fair… the Grand Devil will be the host."
Many gasped. The Grand Devil had not been seen in a long time. But if she was to host it, the tournament would be real… and deadly.
Suelo's voice echoed one last time.
"Prepare well. You have three moons. The fight will decide which world stands above the rest."
Then, the skies returned to normal.
...
In a quiet house near the edge of a green field, Ian sat by the window, tea in hand.
