[ WP ] War has been raging for years upon years now . You are a reporter embedded in a famous military unit among your newest allies in this war , humanity .

*Hearing of the might of the Surface Men was one thing, to see it in action, another thing entirely. * Were the only thoughts of Maurua Aquilla. Seeing a Surface Harbinger in action was easily the most terrifying thing he had seen over the course of this decade long war. And the Surface Men were his allies... 
 
 For nine and a half years, the Succession Crisis's battles consisted of the forces of King Cleon and Prince Narkissos, clad in their steel armor and swinging their steel weapons, formations and flanking decided battles. Cleon was the far superior military commander, and Prince Narkissos's claim over the Fair City was looking weaker and weaker day by day. Narkissos prayed to Poseidon, to Hades and Ares, and even to the hated Zeus who stole the sky from them. 
 
 His prayers were answered. It was n't a month later that the Harbingers descended on the city, the shadows of these behemoths covered the western half of the city in its shadow, and it was n't made of steel, but some strange metal far beyond the capacity of the Fair People to create. 
 
 No one knows what Narkissos said to them, or how these foreigners understood his tongue, but he, in the single greatest act of diplomacy in history, secured the Surface Men as allies to his cause. The next battle, Narkissos promised, would be the turning point in the war. The Surface Men returned to the surface, promising to bring the full might of the Surface to bear against Cleon. They left for three months, and many began to doubt they would ever return. They did, however, with five massive metal monsters in tow. 
 
 The Surface Men requested a Councillor accompany each of the Harbingers. Maura Aquilla boarded the Dreadnought they called the *Gandhi*, surely named after a great general on the Surface, and was shocked by what he saw. The Surface Men were n't strange at all, but looked a great deal like the People of the Fair City. They were all smaller though, scrawnier than the People. Maura was n't large himself, but he was a great deal larger than the Surface Men in front of him. *Are these the Men if legendary might? Of technology so advanced we can not comprehend them? Are these the Godsent? * Doubts swirled his mind as the final battle began. 
 
 Cleon had gathered every traitorous vassal and serf to bear against Narkissos. The battle swiftly swung in Cleon's favor as the outnumbered Narkissos screamed for his men to stand their ground. 
 
 The Harbingers rained fire from the heavens, a constantly, steady stream of death and destruction overwhelmed the battlefield. A blanket of fire and blood rolled over all of the fighting men, Narkissos's included. Battles before raged for days. Campaigns for months. This war for years. The war was over in less than half an hour. 
 
 Nothing remained of the kinslayer Cleon, or the charismatic Narkissos. The idols of Ares, Athena, Poseidon, Artemis and Nike were scattered as well. The King, the Prince, the Nobility and the gods were gone. 
 
 *These are not godsent. * Maura decided. *These are gods. *
