Ouroboros was once attacked by a coalition of gods and men with the intent of subduing Chaos and bending The Tower to their will. In the midst of the battle, Ouroboros shed several skins of titanic proportions. These Immortal Serpents continued to fight on while their creator shrank down to the size of a humble garden snake, weaving between the hooves of cavalry and tromping of iron boots.And so it was that humanity failed to bring Chaos to heel.Ouroboros spent a few years being fed tasty mice and fishies by a young priestess of Holdna, but that’s neither here nor there.Jason Salazar The next day, Will faced off against his former Party: June, Loth, Mason, Reggie, Alicia, and Travis.One, two, three, four, five, six. Will mentally counted them, moving his Phantom Snakes behind the ones with ranged Abilities as he spoke the rules they’d decided.“No shots to the head, no faking serious injury. If someone gets hurt bad we bring them back to camp immediately. If that happens, everyone stops until that person is back on their feet. If a fight goes into the caravan or outside the arena, that fight is over.”The six of them nodded.“Alright then,” Will said, limbering up. “How unfair do you guys want this to be?”“Go nuts.” June said, nocking an arrow. Mason nodded, along with Reggie and Travis. Alicia looked…a bit nervous.Loth’s eyes were half-lidded.…They say that, but hitting everyone with cannonballs in the first fraction of a second would probably put a damper on things…plus nobody would get any meaningful practice.“BEGIN!” Saint Charnesa, the leader of the small group of priestesses shouted, bringing her hand down in a chopping motion.The ground opened up beneath Will, revealing a mass of flesh-eating insects that Loth had concealed overnight.Will stood on the air above the (...)