Prologue: An unknown shrine, somewhere in the Mediterranean…

The surrounding area seemed to have been silenced… indeed the entire courtyard was left in such a ruined state from the fierce battle that just had recently been consummated. All that could be seen were two lone figures in the center… one slumped on the floor and unconscious while the other was down on one knee and trying to catch his breath while thinking about this fight.

Suddenly, the unconscious figure moved and slowly got up. His red eyes flared and he stared intently at his opponent whose gaze was equally focused on him.

"You have grown stronger since our last encounter and have become a worthy adversary", he began. "But make no mistake, the next time we meet only one of us will survive…"

After saying this, he teleported away although his evil aura still lingered.

After getting his wind back, the other fighter stood up, gathered his white duffel bag and walked calmly away, his red headband fluttering in the wind. Little did he know that this was just the beginning…