A competition between two rival teams of Heroes begins!
The town of Meira. A unique existance, it was a community that lay between the disputed zone of Aesterland and Wustopia during the war. None of the inhabitants thought of themselves as belonging to either nation, and each nation was unwilling to accept them since who knows if there was a member of the enemy nation in there. That said, there was also little agression for a similiar reason, since the town wasn't full of enemies either. So after the peace treaty, Meira was designated as a 'Neutral City,' one that did not belong to either side. Naturally this brought great interest when the Demon King's tower rose nearby. As the two countries couldn't agree to send out a single team, the both sent out their own heroes. Meira proved a suitable location due to its neutrality and proximity to the actual tower.
It was from this town that the two teams of heroes departed, being cheered on by the segregated crowds of their homeland. The few (in comparison) residents of Meira stood between the two, often getting in the crossfire of hateful glares. It didn't take long before the cheers for their own country became boos for the other, but a heavy presence of military on both sides prevented any riots. Thankfully those soldiers were as close as to neutral as could be. Raised wealthy men and women who were never in the war or lost someone in it. The countries had personally selected them for that very reason.
And so the heroes left the town. In the distance, surrounded by rainless thunder, dark clouds, bare trees, and brusselsprouts lay the tower. Reaching high into the air, it was certainly tall. Plain gray brick and windowless, a small village could fit within its circumfrance. But it was not unsurmountable, it couldn't be. Somewhere in there lay the Demon King, most likely at the top. The heroes would slay him and be revered for life, bringing glory to their country and shame to the other.
But that tower was still a good 20 minute walk away. In the meanwhile, the two rival teams had to travel the same path. It would certainly be uncomfortable. Well, for most of them. The magician from Wustopia, who was a suspiciously short hooded figure, was muttering to himself.The Silent Knight, ironically, was making the most sound with the scuffle and clank of his (or her) armor. The Aesterland Hunter, a colorful little woman, was hiding to the side of their warrior minotaur. She was clearly evading being sighted by the Wustopians, and yet she walked with a calm and measured pose."Oh wow it's really really the Silent Knight. THE Silent Knight! I wonder if I can ask him a few questions about where he found all his journeys. Ah right, he can't talk. Ahha, forgot. But that's why he's so cool... Someday I'll be even better than him though! Even more famous..."
Now out of hearing and sight range from those left in the village, the two rival teams of heroes had a moderately long walk to themselves.