DM-Eternal

Prologue
It's time to fight in the Tournament. Cue the TV screen.

Commentator: ''Welcome to the Opening Round of the five hundred twenty third Nakhti Ascension Rites. I'm joined by Malcolm, who is no stranger to combat tournaments.'' Malcolm: ''Good to be here. It's a nice morning here in the Nakhti capital, but it's about to get nasty.'' Commentator: ''It's been eight years since Emperor Hasan won the accepter. Now he's fallen ill, and must step aside.'' Malcolm: So now, hundreds of hopefuls from across the planet are here to fight for the throne, or die trying. Commentator: This year competitors who reach the playoffs also qualify for the big leagues, the Liandri Grand Tournament. Malcolm: ''This competition may be small, but it won't leave you disappointed. Ancient traditions, a final match to the death, and all the carnage you expect from a sanctioned Liandri tournament. I can't wait.'' Commentator: Let's get to the action.

(Cut to the arena itself.)

Anubis: ''I've failed you once before, forefathers, forgive me. But do not forgive their sacrilege. I will make you proud.''