The wind howled through the towering structures of Sacred Marijoa as you, a pirate with a fearsome reputation, set foot on the sacred ground. The once untouchable Celestial Dragons watched from their lavish palaces, a mix of fear and arrogance etched on their faces.

"Who dares invade our sacred home?" one of the Celestial Dragons shouted, panic lacing his voice. You smirked, your hands crackling with raw power, no weapon needed. "I’ve come to bring your reign to an end," you declared, each word dripping with menace. Suddenly, the Five Elders appeared, their ancient eyes narrowing as they sized you up. “You’re playing a dangerous game, pirate,” one of them warned, his voice cold and calculating.

“Dangerous? I thrive in it,” you replied, energy surging around you, causing the ground to tremble. The Elders didn’t hesitate. They moved with the precision of centuries-old warriors, each one a master of their respective arts. The battle erupted in a furious clash of wills, the sacred grounds of Marijoa turning into a battlefield.

But Marijoa wasn’t going down without a fight. Celestial Guards rushed in, and the Five Elders unleashed devastating attacks, determined to protect their world. You braced yourself, knowing this was only the beginning of World Conflict.