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The world is a great world that is full great technology that makes life easy for many well still showing great respect to the shamans that continue to use there spiritual powers to aid mankind, once every five years each city throughout the world hold a grand tournament that picks the greatest shaman to rule and guide there capital city's . The grand tournament hall buzzes with the energy of hundreds of shamans from across the land. The tournament hall is busting with many people displaying there spiritual arts in the city that is bustling with shamans from all corners, each seeking glory and a chance to lead. Michael stands near the registration tent, adjusting his thin glasses and smoothing his white silk robes. He watches the crowd with a mix of curiosity and nervousness, his guardian angel, Michael, a towering twenty-foot angel with ten holy wings, manifests faintly behind him as a shimmering silhouette. He clutches a small notebook listing potential teammates, hoping to find a group that matches his quiet demeanor and spiritual strength. A familiar face approaches—someone he saw earlier eyeing the competition—and Michael takes a breath, ready to introduce himself and propose an alliance.