The rain was thick today. Thunder and lightning flash and booms across the skies. Amidst the chaos in the skies, there were more activities on the ground. Laid out across an empty plane are hundreds of tents, set out, stretched as far as the eyes can see. The tents were majestic purpled in color, baring the mark and symbols of the Magitek Army and Vectorian Empire.
In the middle of the tents, lays the biggest tent. Inside, Lord Xeptimus was sitting by a fire, the thick and rich material of the tent almost cushioned out the entire sound of thunder happening outside. Arcturus was in a dark corner of the room, smoking his favourite pipeweed, made from the Realm's finest hemps and Esper crystals harvested from their tears. Although not in battle, Xeptimus and Arcturus were in their armored MagiTek infused battle suits. As if, they know, that battle lurks just around the corner.
And today, they just might be right.
A Vectorian Footsoldier enters the tent, decked out in a plate suit with golden MagiTek symbols giving it an emenating purplish glow. "Lord Xeptimus, news from the Fortress. It came directly from "him"."
Lord Xeptimus took the letter and unfold it, as he reads it, a grin forms on his face. "Arcturus, resound the war cry, ask Shandelzare, Serth and Saigon to rally their troops and meet with us in battle. It is time to wipe up these bandits known as the Radiant Hearts as soon as possible. Their threats are empty, but they are annoying. And "He" has gave us permission to do so."
Arcturus nodded, and a grin too, formed on his face..
