Night settles over the empire, and a quietness surrounds the village. In the stillness all that can be heard is the faint click of a briefcase snapping shut. Unbeknown to the village below, this is the sound of corruption, and the whispering of demise.

Just then. the lights flicker and floor boards shake as the sounds of thunder from the east storms down the hill.
Then the chaos ensues with the sounding of sirens, the attack came without warning.
Sounds of bombs progress with destructive intensity, muffling the distress signal.
Streets come alive with the insanity of panic and desperate screams of humanity.
When the dust settles all that remains are the blood soaked rubble and scattered remains of our brethren.

In the shadows echoes a voice of a revolutionist, ''Maybe the Nationalists were right...''

The survivors huddle for shelter, mourning their loses, and too frighten to take their eyes off the carnage.
Amongst them a soldier walks out from the darkness. Raising his head to stare into the night sky, he reveals his red star insignia.



''Their must be retribution, Things have to change. This war has consumed us, and will inevitably continue until we're all forgotten. This Great Nation can't stop the invasion alone, maybe The Nationalists can aid the revolution. I don't think I can unite them alone, but if your too afraid to help fight, then stay behind and rebuild the lost city.''