The Final Duel   The Port of Ciudad de Plata, 116 S.A.   This night seemed different from others. As Cesar walked out onto the port of the City he had constructed so long ago, he felt as if this night would be his last time seeing the sea.   Cesar stood upon the docks, Cigar in one hand and cane in the other. Suddenly, he heard the clanking of armored boots behind him. The Viceroy turned, and a figure clad in full plate armor stood before him.