Prince Heith sat on his throne as four generals kneeled in front of him. He took a sip from a wine glass as he looked out at the moon. "Did you know that this world was origninally built by a being called 'The Cardinal Phoenix'? The Phoenix grew tired of seeing mortals warring constantly and killing each other in droves, so he created this world." Heith stood up, he set the wine glass on his desk as he walked over to the window. "You mortals are so pitiful. I send you with one tenth of our forces, and you barely made it past mountains."
He turned to his guards. "Kill them."
"You're Highne-" The schlick of a blade cut off the screams of his former generals. Their heads decapitated. Heith didn't turn around, merely waving his hand. "See to it that the mess is cleaned. I will address the new generals myself tomorrow. Have that fool Misrebeth report her findings of those wretched machines."
