"Yes, it is indeed—it's definitely something that none of your mortals cannot do except to survive and rise in power." With an annoying smug, Keter rested his head with his anchored fist on his cheek, as he reached out his other hand forward. "And so, I preached to myself: Let there be a champion! Let there be survivors that can punch and mock the face of fate with iron will and iron fist!
"Because each of you will be participating in a long-running event of my creation, known as the Virtuosic War! A playground of justice where I give you and other seekers of blessing a chance, to prove yourself worthy to advance your kind, to find the truth of this whole apocalyptic theater!
