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A man in black robes and cloak stands before an emporer. He looks up to him and smiles.

"For now we stand alone.. The world is lost and blown.. And we are flesh and bone.. With no more to hate.. Have the people changed?.. Does it make you happy you're so strong?.. And in your darkest hour?.. We can watch the world devoured in it's pain.. A pale princess of a palace cracked.. And now kingdom comes.. Crashing down, undone.. Am I a master of a nothing place?.. Of recoil and grace?.. Time has stopped before us.. The sky cannot ignore us.. No one can separate.. For we are all that is left.. The echo bounces off me.. The shadow lost beside me.. There's no more need to pretend.. Cause now I can begin again."

The emporer looks at him and sighs, he steps off of his throne and walks to the man.

"Can we stop it?.."
The man looks down and sighs, "It has already begun.."
The emporer looks up, "Then.. Do we have enough time hold it back?"
The man looks up to the emporer, "Yes.. But not for long."
The emporer smiles, "Well.. Lets do what we can.."
The man turns around and starts to walk away, "We could possibly stop it.. But.. We would have to find.. Him.."
The emporer glared at the man, "Even now.. In this time.. I would never allow him here.. But, if he is the only answer.. Find him and bring him back.. Bring.. My brother home."

The emporer walks back to his throne and sits down. The man in the black robes spreads his pearly black wings, and take off into the sky. The emporer looks at his hands and calls his guards to him. The guards spread throughout the city issuing marshal law. The towers around the city are occupied by guards. The city gates are all closed and shut; the city in total lockdown. The skies begin to cover in clouds of black. Rain starts to fall upon the city, and lightning flashes above the clouds.

There's loud rumbling and roars echo across the vast plain outside the castle. There's a flash and a large blue ball crashes into a tower, the tower explodes and the guards on it are dead or thrown back. More of the blue energy balls slam into the wall of the city. The guards ready the cannons and fire back at the creatures now showing themselves. A Girthan throws a spiked ball into the wall and pulls it back on with a long chain. A Meir'Thou, a creature that looks like an armored rat fires more of the blue balls into the walls. The cannons keep firing, the guards take up arms and run out to attack the creatures. The creatures almost titans to the guards, but the guards still attack.

The sound of wings flapping echoes. The guards look up at the winged creature flying over them, the roar echoing all the way into the mountains. The greatest demon the world of Isya was to have known, the Gul'Turnoth, a creature from Hell brought upon the world during a great war hundreds of years before. It lands and stands on it's back legs, it spreads it's multi-colored wings and roars again. It looks at the city and opens it's mouth, a blue ball forming. The emporer stands on his balcony and falls to his knees, "Why have we deserved this?.. What have we done?.." Gul'Turnoth fires the large blue ball into the middle of the city, it expands slowly and without sound. In a single bright flash, the city is destroyed, no screams heard, no pain felt. The demons slowly vanish into the mist they came from, Gul'Turnoth roars and takes off into the sky.

The man in black robes looks from the sky, he smiles. "Now.. I see why this scourge is so hated. I am sorry my dear old friend.. But there is no victory without sacrifice." His smile fades and he flies off.

The men move forward on the abandoned road, they hold their gunblades at ready. The mega-suits follow behind them, a loud bang and one of them goes down. The suits open fire on enemy forces. The gunbladiers take cover and fire at the others. Two men stay behind the line of fire, they watch about fifty feet behind the action. They wear white clothing with some black and white armor over them. They pull their gunblades off their backs, they move forward. The two men look at each other with armored mask, they launch at the targets and slaughter them. Their troops move forward, watching for any other targets.

"Brother, do you see anymore?"
"Not right now, why?"
"I'd rather not be ambushed again.."
"I don't think any of us do, but it happens."
"A lot of things happen, but more things are avoidable, like being ambushed."
"Let's go, father is waiting."

The two men walk off, the troops follow behind them.