Distant howls, the bird stone flys. Wailing contempt and the imaginery dust flow by. Step by step into the barren land, with his head on high, gazing through morning´s shine.

Creeping up, climbing Horizon´s cliff to beam over into the next day. Shone the distraught of struggle and peace. 

James, walking along a ravaged building stared at its presence. Large caliber shells had struck across the building from the previous engagement. Large holes had been blown through, the size of bowling balls. Beaming rays of sunlight passed through them, creating a majestic sight. Out of something so evil, erects a scene of majesty.

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¨Sir.¨ 

James turned to see Terem Stult standing at attention to him.

¨What is it Stult.¨

¨Our requests have arrived, the Legion Guard and Brennan-Faulnter breakthrough tanks.¨

¨Excellent¨

James walked past Terem Stult to greet the incoming support, ready to take back what was his, and the Legion´s