A deafening roar echoed through the mountains.
ROOOOOAAARRR!!
The earth shook.
Trees toppled.
Birds fled into the sky.
At the center of the battlefield...
A colossal Dire Bear crashed to the ground.
BOOM!!
Blood covered the earth.
Standing atop the monster's corpse...
Was a man nearly seven feet tall.
His massive greataxe rested across one shoulder.
His armor was stitched together from the hides and bones of powerful monsters.
Commander Bjorn.
The Beast King.
He pulled his axe free with one hand.
The corpse trembled.
Then...
A giant black wolf stepped from the forest.
It lowered its head.
Not in fear...
In respect.
Another beast appeared.
Then another.
A massive saber-toothed tiger.
A horned rhinoceros.
A flock of giant ravens circled overhead.
None of them attacked.
They surrounded Bjorn like loyal subjects surrounding their king.
Inside his mind...
His System spoke.
Commander...
The target has been eliminated.
Experience Awarded.
Bjorn smirked.
"Not enough."
A familiar voice called from behind him.
"Commander."
Bjorn turned.
A broad-shouldered warrior carrying two enormous axes approached.
His right arm was covered in old scars.
"Gunnar."
Captain of the Berserkers.
Behind him walked four more officers.
Freya.
The Beast Shaman.
Ulric.
Captain of the Beast Riders.
Kara.
Chief Huntress.
Torin.
Master Tracker.
Each of them had survived countless battles.
Each of them was among the strongest warriors in Base 001.
Gunnar pointed toward the sky.
"The System announcement has spread across every settlement."
Bjorn looked upward.
The golden words still lingered in the heavens.
The Age of Kings has begun.
Freya stepped forward.
"Our scouts confirmed the rumors."
"The Hidden Legacy was claimed."
Bjorn rested his axe on the ground.
"I know."
Ulric frowned.
"Should we investigate?"
Bjorn was silent.
Then...
He laughed.
A deep, booming laugh echoed through the valley.
"No."
His officers looked at one another.
Bjorn continued.
"If someone was capable of claiming a Hidden Legacy..."
"Then they're worth meeting."
His smile slowly disappeared.
"But..."
"If they stand in my way..."
"I'll crush them."
No hatred.
No anger.
Only absolute confidence.
His System interrupted.
Regional Commander Rankings Updated.
A blue screen appeared.
Regional Rankings
Bjorn
Elena
Atlas
Sam
Dennis
Bjorn studied the list.
His eyes stopped on one name.
Sam.
"...Necromancer."
He nodded slowly.
"So you're the one."
He closed the screen.
"Gunnar."
The Berserker Captain stepped forward.
"Yes, Commander."
"Double the hunts."
"Expand our territory."
"Every warrior trains."
"Every beast grows stronger."
"The next World Event..."
Bjorn lifted his axe toward the sky.
"...belongs to us."
A thunderous roar answered him.
Thousands of warriors raised their weapons.
Countless beasts howled across the mountains.
Base 001 awakened.
Far away...
In four different kingdoms...
Four other Commanders were making the same preparations.
The race to lead humanity...
Had truly begun.