Darkness encompassed the visions of the myriad of youths which awaited their destiny, they were all kept in different groups, a line which specified the category they belonged to.
* Flash *
The hall lit up in a benevolent light providing warmth and sight, a thousand young Aspirants, all dressed in a black tracksuit with red designs making it very stylish and youthful.
On their feet were comfortable well fitted sneakers of a popular brand, their suits had a secretive military Logo, empty insignias and name tags which the names of the Aspirants were written.
They stood waiting their fate, a fate they owed to their merciless world.
A world which war and pain were in abundance, with a core of mana all beings existing in it was supposed to be magical but a conflict erupted.
Not a one of humans no, both the one between Gods.
The God of Magic and The God of Technology.
