"Artanos, you seem to be in a grand mood."
"Lixbin. You're right, I'm in a great mood. Can you imagine the look on his face as our plan comes to fruition?"
"Yes I can," out in the distance before the gods grow a rugged landscape of sharp mountains and cliffs. With the heavy moistured air, the impending sense of dread, and the occasional gust, Lixbin and Artanos paused. Cracks echoed behind; the remnants of the battle-scarred fortress breathed its last breath. The latter, a resounding thud from the fallen main pillar.
'Artanos defeated Formle, we captured the central trading point and advanced. He easily overwhelmed the fortress and swiftly moves to Inux. The Aapith nation's scared to react. They've neutered themselves. Eipea Empire's the clear winner of this game,' Lixbin's memories took him at a time before the heavenly convention. He was abruptly visited by Artanos, who, with a kind smile and meaningful intent, strode across Lixbin's property, "-visitor."
