ENTITY: THE FULL SAGA

72 years ago, a man discovered a burnt up map of a faraway land that would soon be known as the Land of Trila. Perplexed as to where the location could be found, he scouted the seas for the other map parts, putting the puzzle pieces together one by one. Looking at the map, he smiled. "This is a map to an island…" he thought to himself, looking out at the vast sea that sat before him. Sailing for three days and three nights across the rough seas, he finally arrived at the future Land of Trila, which was unknown to the public at the time. Repairing the land step by step, the man continued to make it a home for many, creating his own democracy different from his hometown continent of Yuka. 5 years later, the Land of Trila was officially finished and ready to accept tourists. 

30 years after the land opened, the founder sadly died in office, ready to accept a new president to administer the newly founded land. Twenty years into his term, however, marked another abrupt end, bravely fighting the entity Saharos to defend the innocent land. That was the most recent attack that had sat in the history of the Land of Trila, leaving all the residents of the beautiful country on guard.

TURIA, Land of Trila

Two men raced across the hallway with papers filling their hands, each one having a big red line in the center of the paper. "We gotta get these to the president fast!" the other man exclaimed, continuing to scurry across the hallway. "The Freedom Runners are supposed to arrive soon! They're masters of the traditional form Trila practices, Huak!" The other man scoffed. "How come we haven't learned that yet?" Looking at him with questions, his friend sighed. "No questions! JUST KEEP RUNNINGGGGGGGGGGGG!" he exclaimed, echoing across the hallway that seemed to go on for miles. Meanwhile across the violent seas of Trila at the mainland, also known as Suma. Also home to many villages throughout the region, the port where all ships are directed to come in if they are international are met with a special landmark - the exact place where Namu, the founder of the Land of Trila, placed his flag that had still stood. In a giant boat guarded by 5 other ships sat a giant ship with the sail labeling "FREEDOM RUNNERS" in black and bold letters. "We've made it." one man said, looking across the seas at the cargo port. Another guy, also known as Nitu, sighed. "Why can't we just go straight to Turia? We're part of the government, aren't we big bro Bahu?" Bahu chuckled. "Sure. Go wake everyone up, Nitu. I'll deal with the directions across the land after we dock." Nitu grinned. "Sure!" he exclaimed, running away while snickering. Bahu, pulling out a bottle of sake from his pocket, smiled minorly. "The Land of Trila soldiers are some of the strongest ones… Us, the Freedom Runners, are just the tip of the iceberg…" Suddenly, he noticed a man with a sniper, pointing straight at him. Bahu scoffed. "These damn trespassers, disturbing a historical landmark!" Jumping across the sky, he created his ring of fire, not only knocking the sniper out of the man's hands, but sending him flying down to the bottom of the ocean in one shot!" Reverting back into his normal form, he looked around once again for anyone that dared to mess with the Freedom Runners, the second strongest rank in the Trila government. 500 feet below the island of Turia sat a prison where the strongest criminals in history sat, including half of the Romanti family. This is where everyone was left to rot with no execution involved like what Ikama was going to experience. Instead, the iron bars were replaced with tesla coils, which transmitted lightning through the floorboards of the prison. If the prisoners in chains dared to move, however, they would be brought into a world of shock that they would never forget. As the prison warden finally arrived in the elevator, he equipped the special shoes needed to be immune to the massive shocks. Opening the door with an identical keycard back in Death Desert, the Romanti's that were in Trila's custody, along with 500 other criminals, were seen opening their eyes to look at the person who dared to interrupt their time. Peeking into the Romanti cage, the man smiled. Taking off his uniform one by one, he unlocked the door for the Romantis', giving them the same shoes that made them immune to the floor electricity. "Let's set all these prisoners free!" the warden exclaimed, pointing to all of the other prisoners. "P-Please help us… We've been stuck in here for god knows how long!" 3 prisoners cried as the Romanti clan continued to unlock every single door. In a matter of minutes, everyone was free from the custody of Trila.

"Let's knock that bitch ass president out." Nana Romanti said. "It's time to raid this place, and we will not prevail!"