Dupre scowled as he read the latest report and slammed his fist onto the table rattling the dishes laid out almost as much as the young soldier standing by the doorway.

“Enough,” he said with a flinty gaze at the junior officer standing in front of him. “The time has come to act. The people of this land have proven themselves courageous and willing to fight for what they believe in. Send word, it’s time to put an end to this!”
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A notice tacked to every bulletin board across the lands reads: “Assemble Friday, the 22nd of June at 6:30 P.M. by the Pacific moon. Travel gates will be provided from the bank in the city of Luna and the Counselor’s Guild Hall in the city of Britain. Come prepared. Not all will survive.”