ALL DREAMS MUST END       Deafening blasts and ear-piercing cries, shrieks of the wounded and battle chants of the rallying soldiers, all echoed across the Renatian bastion, carried by the wind; atop the Imperial palace, hastily recommissioned into a citadel of war, stood line upon line of battle-weary soldiers, gazes fixed unto the city beneath. The Capital of Man burned before their very eyes, homes and palaces drowned in thick layers of smoke. Unto them as they wish unto u