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“I know all I need. I’m coming for you.”

The night hung heavy over Aegis's mountain, shrouded in an eerie silence broken only by the distant rumble of magma cascading from the peak. Explosions echoed through the air, painting the sky with bursts of fiery chaos. The once serene mountain now quivered under the assault.

In the heart of the turmoil, Blackfyre, an ominous presence, cloaked the mountain's summit in an inky veil. From within this dark abyss emerged a figure, wreathed in flames, hurtling towards the distant city of Prospera.

As the figure soared through the night, a colossal Scythe, a symbol of impending doom, swung menacingly towards the Golden City. The declaration of war was unmistakable, a shadow cast upon Prospera's future.

At the city gates, the grim aftermath unfolded.  Entchen Óir-Silvanas, once full of life, lay lifeless, a tragic testament to the escalating conflict. The air was thick with tension as the citizens of Prospera grappled with the sudden, brutal reality of war knocking at their doorstep.

“Give me Vel.”

[Spiffspoff]

It would appear the rumors of Entchen's death had been... Greatly exaggerated, for mere moments after the fiery announcement, the pink Batkin could be found in Prospera's square.

A myriad of little drones hover around, watering down houses to prevent them from catching any stray flames that might be coming their way, for even a city of brick feared magical flame.

Panic was quickly quelled by the Maid Brigade.

The Minister of Technology, and Innovation, already at the scene, makes her response.

"I have no clue who you are, or what was done, but we do not respond to gunboat diplomacy.
If you want to talk, come talk.

Be an adult about your issues."