Strike: Three

[Mentarch]

Sitting in the comforting darkness of his sanctum sanctorum, Hierarch Primus fumed.

How could it be? How could have those insipid, self-congratulory, foolish so-called champions of Aetheria manage to defeat his three dracoliches?

Instead of enjoying a definitive victory, the alien being was now finding himself in the not-so enjoyable position to adapt and reorganize his plans.

But as he thought and pondered furiously on this, he felt reassured by the sheer limitless boundaries of his power and ressources.

The time for subtlety was gone.

Now, all attacks would have but one purpose, and one purpose only: waging war.

Chaos, destruction and death will engulf this accursed world in the days ... and sevendays ... to come!

So Hierarch Primus vowed to himself.