The man in the sky looked at the ensuing chaos a couple hundred feet under him with a cold glare, his ocean blue eyes contrasted nicely with the figmentation of the sky. He had both his hands crossed behind his back, he slowly paced through the sky like it was a world of his own.
"It's easy to miss it when it's right before your eyes. The distance between the ground and those at the top." He spoke to himself. His voice low and fluid like water, "Everyone who comes to the tower has a desire they want to attain, and a hunger within them. Very few will actually use their hunger, turn it to strength and become predators. The weaker ones actually succumbed to their hunger and cower, to be a worthy contender for the tower we need the best predators. Instead of four thousand livestock we need only 400 predators and from then an apex predator will rise. But which will it be?"
"Do you always talk to yourself like this?" Said a female voice from behind him. "Varrick was it?"
