On a sunny day, in the large fields on the outskirts of Wiki City, instruments are played, but soon horizontal rows of 20 soldiers appear.
— Everyone in sync! — one of them shouts.
All the costumes were different; they wore standard Wiki City Armed Forces uniforms, but the difference was that they also wore steel breastplates with the city's symbol engraved in the middle of their chests, and their helmets had a small metal crest with red feathers on top.
These were no ordinary soldiers; their rifles were larger than normal.
— March!— orders one of them, who has an engraving of a star around the engraving of the Wiki City symbol.
The ranks march in perfect synchrony while their rifles rest on their shoulders and left hands.
— Ready!— he shouted.
The soldiers stopped the moment his voice echoed.
— Aim! Explosion magic now!
All the ranks took their positions and aimed their rifles at a hill covered in green fields.
— Fire! — he shouts.
The booms of the shots echo loudly throughout the area and its surroundings, the magical shots hitting the hill with tremendous force, greater than the sounds of the shots that gave rise to them.
In the blink of an eye, large explosions cover the hill, and smoke from each one emerges at the site of each explosion.
Then the force of the explosions hits them lightly due to the distance they were from them.
A clear smile forms on his face as he sees the results of the explosions.
— Yes, the Magic Division is ready to go to war, gentlemen. In two days, we will know the southwestern region of our fiefdom — The man says cheerfully as he turns to look at his troops.
But then a messenger arrives, with an envelope in his hand.
— General Claudius! I have a very important message for you! It comes directly from Lord Magno!
The young general's green eyes immediately focus on the letter delivered by the messenger.
"What could be so important?" Claudius wonders.
Opening the letter and reading its contents, the General sees that it is actually a folded map of the fiefdom and a small piece of paper with the words, "For Charles, fight to the last man."
The young general takes off his hat, revealing his blond hair, and murmurs. — Yes... Sir... The death of Lord Charles will be avenged.
He unfolds the map after putting his hat back on.
"For Lord Charles, these traitors will see the overwhelming power of the Seven Lakes Fiefdom, and if the Great Lord wills it, I will go even outside this fiefdom," reflects Claudius as he addresses his troops with a serious look.
— Gentlemen! You are dismissed for today! Today's rest will be necessary! Pack your belongings and notify your families! For this journey will be long! Very long! And we don't know when we'll be back! Understood?!
In a fervent and unified shout from the troops present, enthusiasm was high and morale was extremely high, which greatly pleased the general.
— Yes! Gentlemen! Our time has finally come!