Date: 1st April 2011
Location: The Throne Room. Shinj's Fortress.
The atmosphere is dark and tense. A man dressed in a black cult robe walks calmly into the room and bows down before the silhoetted figure upon the Throne. The figure on the throne is wearing a similar robe, however endorned with a golden lining, symbolising some importance.
Servant: "My Lord, the time has come. Reshaltos has opened his eyes."
The Lord: "Ah, I see. I shall attend to him shortly. Of course, ensure he does not escape..."
Servant: "With no disrepect, my Lord but God has little patience. I shall keep him entertained until you are ready. I take my leave"
*Servant leaves*
The Lord (to himself): So... the wheels of fate now begin to turn... I wonder, are you ready for the war ahead, my dear...
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