The people of the Last City are preparing.
Not for war, not for tragedy.
But for an event not unknown to Lightbearers.
Six years ago, just under a hundred Guardians got together an organized an event like no other. It’s took months to gain traction, but after walking the streets with flyers and confidence, meeting with citizens, and having a long conversation with Lord Shaxx, a new tradition sparked.
Ninety-six Guardians, sixteen fireteams of 6, one week of competition, and one title to win, the Clash Championships began.
After spending months in the City wearing team colors and emblems, those ninety-six Guardians made a name for themselves and gathered supporters that watched the matches and cheered. The second year was even better with sponsorships (that gave zero benefit to the Guardians), merchandise, and organized viewing.
Soon, the City would rally once a year for their favorite teams.
That is, until the Red War.
Most of the Guardians that made up the Clash Championships fell. There was no time to host the event, rebuilding had to be done, and the spirit of the game was lost.
Now, within the City, a wandering Guardian could spot a flag dangling in the wind high up on a building depicting one of the teams that no longer exists. Somewhere else, there may be a sign above a bar where matches were watched with the names of each fallen competitor are carved.
Even if Guardians don’t remember, the City does.