Brave soldiers battle through this ravaged lands of broken buildings and dreams. The very place we are standing on now.

Lands defined by silence and cold with grey cloudy skies of little sunlight.... dusts falling off the ruined devastation still standing higher than your head.... yet do you hear it? The gloom of this city is broken by gunfire and explosions.... noises that reminds you.... us... that we must fight on, and reclaim this land for ours. For the regime. For the Old Kingdom.

And when you look up, you see... it.

It.... beings that you thought were merciful, beings that brings down a ray of hope and salvation as it descends down from the heavens above......

But they're here to bring your nightmare to life, coming down upon the very soil that you step.....

Armed with instruments of devastations......

Gazing at you with eyes full of scorn and hatred....

And looking down upon everything that you've known and love.....

In an act to bestow you.....

....Their judgement.

And our punishment.