Warden started training at 7 years old under his father Saran. He's now 13 and the time for the tournament is nearing. Because of that many powerfull cultivators are making their way to the city. In just 1 year the tournament will take place. At the tournament Abbadon will finally fully awaken. Warden knows what to expect however Abbadon will only help him control the power and use it nothing more and nothing less.
"Warden 150 pushups 150 sit ups 150 squats then around the city BEGIN!!!" Warden has gotten used to this however. Having been doing this for several years to simply get in and stay in shape. He does the routine and gets back in about 1 hour and 30 minutes where his father is waiting. Warden immediately gets a wooden longsword with a leather grip and goes to the training circle where he faces off against his father. as usual they exchange a few blows to warm up and truly begin. Saran begins with a standard left- right-overhead combination. Warden blocks then returns with a medium difficulty cross slash with diagonal slashes smoothly changing to execute the next attack. It goes on like this for a while until they begin to go faster and faster. Until Warden can no longer keep up and gets his nose busted as usual. "OOOOW SONOVA-" Saran looks down at him stopping him from finishing the sentence. sighing Saran says "you still arent ready we will continue to do this until the tournament." just as Saran said they continued that process with Warden getting faster stronger and more skilled with each passing day.
------------day of the tournament------------
The day of the tournament arives and Warden is already awake. His father walks in and says "it is time lets go me and your mother will be there watching dont be fearless thats the act of a fool but dont let it control you and remember everything I have taught you and crush them without mercy!" Warden bows and replies with an enthusiastic YES and they leave and head to the giant colosseum to register Warden into the tournament. "I'm here to join the tournament" Warden says and then signs his name and is given a large token with the number 111 on it. He heads into the lower levels and waits for the tounament to begin he suddenly feels sick however and being to hurt all over.... ABBADON WAS AWAKENING!!!! Warden feels a surge of godly power course through his veins as his body is practically remade. "No 1 and No 2 to the arena" as time goes on he's finally called but last "Alright No 111 and No 112 you're up" Warden and his opponent leave to go to the huge platform in the center. Warden and his opponent take their place at the opposite ends of the platform and the judges yell "BEGIN." Warden wastes no time and draws his sword as his opponent charges at him radiating killing intent he yells "111 dont die too soon i'd hate for that to happen." quickly taking his stance warden says a simple sentence that chills the bones of everyone including his father
"you've sealed your fate."