The darkness has been vanquished. The guardians have prevailed, but there is a new threat. Civil war. Throughout the battles against the darkness there have been competition to see who is the greatest class, yet now that competition is turning into something far worse. The Warlocks, sensing the tension growing between the three classes set up a fortress to defend against any and all threat, hoping that it'll die down but preparing for the worst. With a wall almost impenetrable and goblets in corridors that spew orbs of light, they hope to keep out any intruder and use the orbs for their space magic as a last resort. The Hunters also sense the growing tension, prepare for war. Gathering supplies and weapons and honing their survival skills, they know that this war, no matter who wins, will not bode well for the world. So they must rely on survival skills when the war ends, fearing that humanity could be lost in the fires of civil war. Titans, battle ready and itching for a fight, train their minds and bodies vigorously, pushing themselves to the limit. Studying tactics of war and studying their former comrades. They have fought along side their enemies once before, so by studying what they've witnessed they try to get the advantage by countering everything they do. But they know that their enemy will be doing the same. A Titan scout reports in, telling about a fortress that the Warlocks have built. Impenetrable walls? Sounds like a fun challenge. They march. Ground trembling as if the world were scared. Leaving a trail of flat land with the tanks they have salvaged. The sky roaring with the aircraft they have learned to use. A scouting party of Hunters reports into the forest they are bunkering down in. Titans are on the move and are heading straight for them. "Do they know we are here?" "No sir. Their objective is the Warlock fortress." "Good. Prepare an ambush." Before they can begin, they hear what sounds like a beehive. Bees? Those don't exist anymore. They hear a whistle. It's getting louder. More whistles. Carpet bombing. By the time the first bomb hits, the hunters are on their Pikes and Sparrows retreating deeper into the woods, but at great loss. Some stay behind to mount AA guns to shoot the Titan Air Force out of the sky. As the dust settles and the planes retreat, the Titan ground force arrives. The ambush commences, but what's this? They aren't caught off guard. The ambush failed, and both sides take positions and a mass of bullets and grenades full the battlefield. Fists of havoc fly across, annihilating groups of hunters. Golden Gunshots whiz through the mayhem, taking out commanders and important targets. Bubbles pop up for protection as they gather health and damage boosts. Bladedancers ambush squads with a hornets fury. Neither side is pushing the other back. No ground is taken or lost. Just a stagnant bloodbath. The warlocks see this, and cannot stand there doing nothing. They head out, hoping to talk some sense into both sides, but a mass of Titan tanks and troops were waiting for them. They wait until the last warlock leaves, and destroys the entrance and cutting them off, leaving them out in the open. Most of the warlocks run into the forest, but some stay and fight. Nova bombs cover the sky. Defenders pop their bubbles, but some can't handle the sheer power of the artillery. Suppression grenades cover the battlefield. Self Rez is useless. No side stands above the other. Both perish in the effort to take ground. Over the course of a few months, only three guardians are alive. A Titan, with a blown off arm and a knife in his stomach. A Warlock, with a crushed chest and disintegrated leg. A Hunter, who's body is half scorched and still burning. All laying next to each other Warlock: "What was the point of all this violence?" Hunter: "I was under the impression you guys wanted to kill us." Titan: "We thought the same. We thought the fortress you built was to attack us." They all look at eachother and one by one draw their last breath In the end. No one wins.