For what had been the longest time, the world had been known as the home to a plethora of legendary heroes. It was thanks to both their fighting skills and heroic actions that the lives of the mammals that occupied the surrounding land could remain prosperous.
However, as fate would have it, the previous tranquility of life started to come to its close. With every existing hero that manages to bring peace and longevity, there is always another foe waiting to strike and bring destruction.
And at the most current moment in time, the villain that was very close to getting what he pleased was a heinous lion that went by Leodore. The name of this feline remained feared, and most of the time managed to bring a shiver to the spine of any mammal that heard utterance of it.
Being from another realm, where prosperity was negative and turmoil was a celebration, Leodore was naturally a dark force to be reckoned with. As a result of a curse that had been placed upon him, his power could only be maintained by absorbing the once-living souls of those he conquered.
And so the flagitious feline entered a grand fighting tournament, one that had been occurring since oldest living memory. Created by higher powers many, many years ago, this particular tournament was what gave the precious world a chance to defend itself and those who inhabit it.
The bravest and most highly-skilled warriors became Leodore's competition, all of which had their own individual ways of fighting. However, the lion, being as powerful as he was, swiftly managed to defeat all of those who stood before him and be named the victor of the tournament.
Time continued its course, and with it he ended up becoming the coordinator of the event. Unfairly abusing this specific power, Leodore tipped the scales in favor of the treacherous realm that he came from. This went on for what felt like the longest time; valiant mammals of all kinds would make their attempt to defeat him, but all would fail.
In the present year, the lion only needed one more victory for his nefarious plans to become reality. If he managed to get as he pleased, his plans of officially taking over would be set into action. The denizens that occupied his realm would be given ability to conquer what they saw before them, and serenity would be no more. There were evils in existence that were far greater than even Leodore, and those would be mercilessly unleashed should he have success once again.
If there was anyone present that fully understood how serious this situation was, it was Lord Bogo. Being a god and a protector of the world since its early formation, he had witnessed a multitude of actions committed by many smaller enemies in the past. This current threat, however, was a lot graver than the other things that he had witnessed before, and he was very much aware of the havoc and devastation that would come if the worst came to pass.
Leodore had given him an invitation to witness the tournament this time around, menacingly stating that he was certain that not even a god like him could overthrow his dark rule. And so he accepted the lion's request, and took the form of a cape buffalo in order to compete. He risked his immortality by doing such a thing, but he would make whatever sacrifice was necessary for the sake of the world's fate.
After all, Lord Bogo knew that this was officially the beginning of the event that would decide the major outcome of life on this realm.