Two well-built men walked down the stairs leading away from the High Temple of Scythis. Both wore light grey body armor, two holstered pistols on either side of their waists, an assault rifle with a should strap rested against their backs, and a short sword with a blood-red hilt sheathed on each of their backs. They were Godsend Templars, charged with protecting the High Temple at all costs. Tens of thousands of these super elite soldiers roamed the port city, and all of them had been itching to join the war that had engulfed Gholgoth. Godsend Emperor Renuvian Skragg had hoped that the Jagada bombers would have attempted to penetrate Ghray, but was disappointed that he was never able to activate Dephire's most powerful force. Instead, Ghray stayed quiet and slumbered still.
"Emperor, the Kravenites still continue their assault on the Milograd forces. Our 'presence' has been requested, yet we've continued to stay silent," Godsend Typhis was the one who spoke at the council table.
The Godsend Emperor had changed his attire from before, now that he was not in the presence of a Kravenite, he could settle down and not wear the mask he had adorned during the 'transition', "We stay silent for there is much we can learn by sitting back. The Kravenites will spread themselves thin. Milograd, unfortunately, is taking a full-scale assault that may potentially destroy a generation and weaken their nation to the brink of collapse. How goes our Project in the Wastes?"se if not catastrophic failure. Despite Jagada's attempts to destroy our infrastructure, we still hold eighty percent of all of our factories in the east, and I'm surprised they were able to destroy that much.
Another man spoke up, "The Wasteland Project is still operational. The facility suffered some damage, but it is repairable. In the meantime, we are currently in the process of activating the other projects.. Including the hyper-factories."
"That is good to hear, Godsend Valmar!" Typhis exclaimed.
Renuvian smiled, "Yes, it is very good news. Our fleets are still on alert status and protecting the Dephirian Sea, correct Amos?"
The Godsend nodded, "That is correct, Emperor. All twenty thousand ships are still awaiting your orders. Patrol fleets are still skimming along the northern and northeastern coastlines for any hints of straggling craft. With the Kravenite fleet being heavily engaged to our immediate west, I have concerns of it spilling into our waters."
"Have no fear of that, Amos," Renuvian continued his haunting smile, "The war will come to a dramatic end soon. You remember not but a few weeks ago how we were on the verge of being invaded by the Kravenites. We were still slumbering. Our numbers had started to diminish as the years began to add up. Being a nation that thrives off of wars, it was hard for us to cope with no longer having anyone to fight," The leader of Dephire stood up from his chair and began to pace, "I found a way to buy us time. During this time of awakening, I was able to finally shave off the weaknesses in our defenses. We have replaced thousands of failures with strong leaders. With the Projects being activated, we will soon be able to saturate our numbers to beyond reasonable. Milograd will be lost, so it will seem, but there are more things at stake right now than one nation. I am talking about the loss of Gholgoth itself!"
The room was silent.
"We betrayed.. No, I betrayed Gholgoth in order to save it," Renuvian's voice was much quieter now, "Our insurance policy was the bloodline that the Dephirian people shared with the Kravens. However, there are always circumstances which even blood lines can stop wars between the families."
The massive door opened suddenly. Behind the door stood a man wearing what appeared to be Kravenite armor, but seemed modified in some way, for someone that was not a true Kraven. He stood there taking in the number of Godsend Generals in the room, and his eyes then rested on the sight of Renuvian. A hand started reaching for his waist, causing a commotion to which alarmed the Godsend Knights to pull out their weapons, "Freeze! Do not make any movements or you will be destroyed!" The Knights yelled at the stranger.
"Welcome home, brother, "Renuvian smiled and the stranger took off his helmet revealing the head of a long-deceased Godsend, Jonathan Vega.
Vega smiled darkly, "It's good to be home, brother. It's good to be home," he reached for his waist and brought forth a small letter, "Everything is ready."
"Excellent."