It was a dark night in the Stronghold.. Everyone was asleep in their bunk beds... And suddenly, a loud booming voice can be heard. "They shall be my finest warriors, these men who give of themselves to me. Like clay I shall mould them and in the furnace of war forge them. They shall be of iron will and steel sinew. In great armor I shall clad them and with the mightiest weapons they will be armed. They will be untouched by plague or disease; no sickness shall blight them. They shall have such tactics, strategies and machines that no foe can best them in battle. They are my bulwark against the Tripower. They are the Defenders of Vector. They are my Knights and they shall know no fear."
And all was quiet once again.
No fool will mistake that voice for they know it is Lord Kefka's..
The Army shall rise once against to take the Realms.
And it has already begun...
