Prologue
It was ironic to think that in order to achieve peace, there should be war. But this was the means to justify an end to everything finally.
This is what should be done.
Praetor Lua frowned at the retreating figures of his comrades down the dark deserted hallway of Bevelle Underground. Stress over their plans were making the whole of Bevelle anxious, but things just have to go this way.
Again, Lua glanced down the hallway, this time not at the people, but at the machine that stood at the very end of the hall. Dark and menacing. Vegnagun.
This was the war that was going to end all wars. How long before it, Lua wondered. He smirked solemnly, thinking of the reaction of the whole of Spira when that time finally came.
Zanarkand would tremble...