The Earth was in a state of peril, as fallen icons attempted to stake some sort of claim on vacant lands in their seemingly never-ending war with one another. The world itself was crumbling on itself, as it drew closer to the eve of a new generation...a new life.

Battles were being held all across the world, as soldiers took one another on in great collesiums for the entertainment of the people. It was all for the people now, to entertain was like playing God to all of them. They loved every moment, they cheered and bet on this fake gods for money.

And the warriors loved every moment. The thrill of their possible demise as they faced off against former allies drove them to kill, their insatiable thirst for fellow human blood growing with each battle. Few sane warriors remained, and those whom hadn't been driven mad were scattered across the globe. No true way of communicating with one another, no way of reassuring each other that everything would be okay.

This...this was all because of Super Sharp's reign on society. Few people dared anymore to step up to him, the fall of Dominic Pericolo had thrown everyone into a state of chaos. Capital City wasn't the only place on Earth being effected, this was a global catastrophe.

Chris Champion was the only man left to face Sharp, and he was just a new comer. He was still a boy, wasn't he? A boy with the weight of the world on his shoulders, and no one there to support him. No one there to help him fight forward.

However, atop a lone mountain in the distance...a fallen hero watches in the shadows. His long, torn cape flapped in the wind, as he held on to his staff for support. Chris Champion was slowly limping his way back into the battlefield, clutching at his arm in pain. It was now or never for the child, if he didn't defeat the unstoppable force of nature then surely all would crumble. They were truly on the eve of a new era, and be it an era of pure war or peace...it rested on this young lad's shoulders.

"Good luck, Chris..." whispered the hero, his voice drifting softly as the wind slowed to a mere breeze, his cape settling gently around his feet. The figure's vantage point on the battle feild was a good one, he could see everything. Neither of them saw him there, but if he wanted to he knew he could make them hear.

With all the ferocity of an F5 tornado, Sharp shot forth his attack at Champion, putting everything he had into it. A valiant scream, the voice of fear and determination blending together in one final cry as Chris Champion shot out his good arm, firing forth an array of energy unlike anything the boy had ever created before. The fallen hero stepped back in awe, as Chris' attack danced and blended with Sharp's, the sheer force of both attacks nearly equal. Not even he was so strong against Sharp's might...

"I-Incredible!" cried the hero, clutching at his staff as if it were the only thing keeping him alive. He shook his head in disbelief, but then watched in disdain as the young Champion began to fall back. He was too afraid, he was unsure of his powers. He couldn't...couldn't handle it?! No! He'd come to far...this hero would go into hell itself and drag young Chris by the back of his neck right back out if he had to.

"CHRIS!" shouted the man, his voice echoing off the mountains and flowing through the air like water in a stream. As the sound waves touched young Champion's ears he was filled with a sense of disbelief. Could he be alive?! Could it be possible?!

"FORGET ABOUT YOUR ARM, CHRIS! YOU CAN DO THIS, YOU CAN WIN! DO THIS FOR EVERYONE CHRIS, FOCUS ALL OF YOUR LOVE FOR HER INTO ONE GREAT ATTACK! I KNOW YOU CAN DO IT, WE ALL KNOW YOU CAN!" cried the fallen hero, tears brimming in his eyes. He had failed the people of Capital City...he'd be damned to let Chris fail the world.

He had came so far just to get here and cheer him on, it was a miracle that he was even alive. But he was a Pericolo, and Pericolo's never say die.

"And neither will you Chris..." whispered Dominic, closing his eyes softly. "Neither will you."