A/N: This is waay longer than my other chapters, but it's because the owner of the character gave me alot to work with, and i throughly enjoyed writing it. This chapter introduces Dark's First Warrior: Edge by DLionHeart
(World: The World That Never Was)
The world had been long since abandoned since the last tournament, in this particular one, Dusk had chosen five warriors, who in turn recruited others until they had amassed an army of thirteen warriors. Who, under the direct order from Dusk's first warrior, attacked only the warriors for Light and collected the source of power from the creatures of Dark; now only the leftover creatures of Dusk and the ever abundant creatures of Dark that live in the lower city, while the Dusk creatures reside in the once grand castle are left. A man darts passed a group of gray creatures in what seemed to be jumpsuits; one contorted itself into an unimaginable shape before lunging at the man. He doubled back before lunging forward at high speeds. The creature dissolved into nothingness with a swing of a peculiar blade, thought it was a simple single edge sword, the blade itself seemed to be comprised of a black material that seemed to have to try to stay visible. The blade disappeared and the man turned around to look at the group, he pushed a strand of silver hair out of his face to reveal piercing gray eyes. He remained unfazed as more of the gray creatures were summoned. "The Sorcerer is getting desperate." The man thought. He held out his hand, and in a flash of blinking darkness, he summoned a long pole. The man held the pole midway and leveled it with the point of his long sleeved V-neck shirt. Though it was not seen due to the mask he wore on the lower half of his face, the man had given the creatures a small smirk. The pole's ends morphed into two long scythe blades, while the rest of the pole gave way to a black chain, save for the part the man was holding. He spun the weapon expertly and dove straight into the mass of creatures that had been summoned. When all of the creatures had been dealt with, the man turned to face their leader. The creature appeared to be sliding in and out of reality; it cowered in a corner farthest away from the man. When he got close enough, the creature summoned pink cubes and commanded them to form a wall of spinning energy. The man simply cut through the wall and watched as the cubes faded, the impact had also temporarily stunned the creature, and it looked at the man in a daze. "It won't even know its dead." He swung one end of the chain scythe and watched as it made a clean cut through the monster, killing it immediately. The man turned around and dismissed his weapon. "Worthless trash." He pulled out a device from one of the many pockets on his gray cargo pants. He adjusted the blue scarf tied around his neck before pressing a few buttons on the device when…
*CRASH*
The man still was unfazed, but a noticeable knot had formed. He looked over to see a black stone medallion. "Probably one of those slim gray creatures…" He ignored the object and returned to entering button combinations into the device when…
*CRASH*
The object had hit him again; this time however, the man had turned and raised his head, causing the stone to hit the mask. It dropped to the ground with a "clink" He picked up the stone and eyed it with little interest; it had an intricate yet malevolent design on it, and on the back the word "Competitor" written is fancy writing.
"Competitor?" And with that, a dark light flashed down and took the man with it.