The world had lost its hope. The crubles of the emotions once build with great pride was all lost into dust. Their was no humanity left. Everything was lost, everything was confusing for the lonely man riding alone on the stranded path. The roar of the silencer from the bike would make the way through the fog. The journey was tiring for him. And why won't it be, after all he came here all alone. He stopped for a while looking at a stranded peak calling him. The blow of wind became even larger when he went towards the top. The scarf that he was wrapping around his shoulders held harder. It was precious and important for him. Someone very closed to his heart once sieve it for the lonely man. Climbing the way up he looked at the fog fading away with the wind, only to find the remaining of the buried city. All the buildings were under the grass and the few crumbs left were stained with weeds. It was truly a disastrous site to look at. Looking at the lost humanity the flood of memories from his past rushed back to him.
It was the memory of his early childhood when he was around 11. He was in a arena, most accurately a battle arena. The place where blood was a daily price you pay and life wasn't guaranteed. The battle arena was set with crowd cheering at their utmost spirits. Everybody was waving their hands high hoping for the final match up to begin as soon as possible. The chaos was wild, and the vivid tendency of competence was spread all around. Everyone was waiting for the champion to appear. Everyone was chanting his name as they knew the results were already declared. Nobody in the last 4 years had ever defeated him. He was the ultimate champion and the conqueror of the Dial Dome; and his name was Drake Dakota.
The man could see a vivid image of an angel trying to talk to him. His romantic feelings were spiking looking at the lips which were coming close. Unaware of the identity of the angel he went with the flow trying to reach for the bliss of the soft lips. But right before he could experience them they uttered something
"Wake up Raizon" the voice blushed in and brought all the senses back into the vivid memories. The angelic figure was none other that Raizon's friend Elsa White. She was of kind, sweet and joyful nature.
Both Raizon and Elsa belongs to Dial high. It's a prestigious Spectral school in the region known for its higher competitive candidates. A spectral school are the schools responsible for making the registered candidates worthy of the Spectral power. Spectral power are generated from beast cores with their own spectral energies which are stored in Emblems. Once a student graduates, based on the qualities and skills acquired by the candidate, a beast chooses it's owner. And thats why that day was important for Raizon. With the end of the final showdown the Dial high was going to commence it's graduation ceremony. With the onset of graduation ceremony Raizon was going to get his own Spectral beast.
"Let's go Raizon, let's take a break" Elsa said.
"Oh, yes. I didn't even noticed when I felt asleep" Raizon excused.
"Well, that's justified. The previous fight was between defensive types, so was kind of boring" Elsa proclaimed.
With the end of the justified convo the duo set to the cafeteria with the rest of the class. With ancient essence at the outer shreds, the inner piece was totally luxurious. Glass bottles hanging mid-air creating a decorative pattern and expensive arts were decorated all around.
"Break a single thing here and I will have to sell myself" Raizon claimed accompanied by a cute smile from Elsa.
"Look who it is?" A strange voice peeped in. Turning around to discover the mysterious chaos in his lovely time with Elsa, he found Gregor waving on his tail. Gregor was that turbid character who was more interested in decelerating other's pace. But apart from his forky nature, his grades were excelled in every field.
"Oh, Gregor is that you?" Raizon tried to act amazed.
"What is a average doing here? Why don't you just wait for us at the high, loser like you are wasting the seats of this auspicious showdown" he exclaimed "not just that but as I always said, you are even wasting a seat in high".
"Don't bully him Gregor" Elsa came for defence "don't you know Raizon's uncle is going to fight in the final"
"And obviously he is going to lose. He is going to fight Drake Dakota. Have you ever seen the intensity in his eyes, Elsa" he explained.
"You are not the one to decide that" shouted Raizon stepping back from the roasted conversation.
"Well before that fool comes back, let's go my dear Elsa" said Gregor reflecting his royal and rich background.
Raizon on the other hand was frustrated and whispering to himself remarking the arrogance he just buzzed with. On his rageful stampede back to his seat, he was wrapped around by mysterious arms trying to swing him back. The arms were of his uncle searching for warmth from his nephew.
"How is my Raze doing?" He asked " isn't he going to meet his uncle before his showdown?".
"Uncle Ray" he giggled looking at the bright smile of his uncle "what are you doing here?'
"Nothing just wanted to meet you before I go in there" he replied
"Well all the best uncle"
"Thank you for the greetings Raizon. But your uncle have quite low chances of taking down that young spirit"
"Why are you saying that. Even though he is the champion that doesn't mean he can't be defeated"
"Well, you are not wrong Raizon"
"I don't want to hear anything" he interrupted "win this battle for me, uncle".
"Well, you know he has a dark spectra of a phantom" his uncle said "but you know, your uncle isn't afraid of ghost. Is he?".
"That was quite a childish line Uncle Ray" they both laughed of the negative field that was around Ray. Every spectator was full of energy and even Ray was pumping to go. The match was going to start when he said
"This is it Raizon. Enjoy the match".
The stage was set, the pellucid barricade was coded and everyone was excited to see the match. Or more preferably, everyone was more interested in seeing Drake. Ray on the other hand never rised in his carrier to get the fame he needed. There even came a time when his group was disbanded. But as one last push to dignify their friendship, his group set themselves for their last dance. But the results were still clear- Duced veterans- squad that has Duke as its leader was already leading by 2 points as their previous two member already raised the flags of victory. Now the final showdown was just for the dignity of the warriors.
The fog came in with the mic focusing on the steps echoed all around the stands. People were crazy thinking Duke was the one entering. But right after they saw the young image reflecting wrinkled features they shot themselve down. With Ray entering in every single man became quite, except Raizon. He was still cheering and still supporting his uncle.
Now came the man of the show Drake Dakota. The silence was now chirped with shouts of the broken adversity. Every single should was shouting his name with pride. The only heart dedicated to Ray was shut down in an instance by the creeping terror of Drake. Just as he heard, even his gaze was haunting. He was tall, muscular with sharp features accompanied by his phantom spectra. Everybody could feel the invisible dark spectra parabolically nurturing around him forming an infinite loop.
[This is it, the finallism we all were waiting for is finally here] commentator buzzed in [so sit tight and enjoy the rampage]