Far above the festival, two figures in a helicopter were observing the crowd below. A man in a flight suit adjusted the last few straps for a girl wearing a parachute.

"You sure know how to make an entrance, kid."

"Damn right I do. I figure I might as well start showing I'm number one from the very start."

The girl gave her instructor a thumbs-up and turned to look out the open door.

"A contest to become a god. Never thought I'd get to try something this wild."

"Well, kid, you're cut out for it. Good luck to ya."

"This isn't about luck... but thanks."

With a wink, she jumped from the chopper with the easy confidence of a career daredevil.

Lisa Costello, the queen of the extreme, champion of Victoria Invicta, was about to face the greatest competition of all time.