[radio]

Portals open amongst the fields of flowers, green that cuts to the wind once more as a few of Aetius' elite take the first turns into those verdant gateways. As night falls the day before the invasion should be, noise never quite stops within the Aetian camps.
 
Once the sun rises and Arcadia as well as their allies prepare the last of the defenses in anticipation for the Sorcerer's strikes..
 
.. they stare upon almost empty camps, a threat vanquished before any blood was ever drawn.