Allstars is the cage for Angels and the grave for Demons. At the unprecedented feast, the greediest monsters of this world tore off their polite façades and raised their fiercest butcher knives towards each other.
Regardless of how long they have lived, how great their achievements, or how grand their dreams, the so-called Mages are inherently vile creatures at their core.
Because they are humble, because they are weak, they become insatiable, they steal power. But if they don't feast on the greatest carcass, how can the ants glimpse the pinnacle of the scenery? If they don't tear off the mask of justice and morality, how can the weak savor the taste of strength?
