The night is calm in Orbis as Tylus and Robeira are the only members of the army that remain. They have finished their work and are now about to leave for the battle at the path to Zakum. Tylus, accompanied by the Magician leader, is about to make his way down the tower when he hears footsteps not far behind him. Tylus turns around curious about the large number of footsteps he hears. His eyes become wide and he doesn't understand what he sees.
"What…?" goes to say Tylus, but a letter is waved in his face by one of the men in the crowd.
"Sir Tylus…Is that what I should call you?" says the familiar voice. "We've been receiving so many of these letters and because of YOUR problems I've had to deal with cleaning up a very big mess on our continent."
It has been a long time since Tylus has had this voice bickering at him.
"Furthermore," continues the familiar voice. "Your little escapee has almost entirely obliterated my armed forces."
The man gestures to the 20 something gathered armed men and women behind him.
"I'd also like to add that your remarks in your letters seem to indicate that WE are doing nothing to amend the mistakes of our past," says the voice. "We have been working hard implementing a new team system to bring together the different classes of our Island in an attempt to take a step forward as a society."
Tylus tries to speak but the man waves his hand.
"And if YOU think you're the only one who wants to end this age old rivalry and hatred," says the man. "You're seriously wrong. While you've been sending letter after letter, our leader has been working day and night with the Islands council trying to abolish the foolish laws from our past."
Four highly decorated men step forward from the crowd and Tylus's eyes land on a face he hasn't seen in years.
"What your dear old friend Manji is trying to say," says Sitting Bull. "Is that we too believe it is time to end our feud my brother."