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The gong had been rung.

The Heartstaff was coming home.

It could mean only two things - end of hostilities or utter destruction in its wake.

The entire Chemorian landscape was active.

The tribes were on high alert.

It was time for the Royal homecoming.

The shoes were brushed and the harness was checked. Every weapon was shined and greased and each soldier was given a double dose of their usual supplement.

The leaders sat inside their circles working on their core. Strengthening their strategies and working on their magic that was going to wreck havoc on the opponent.

Chemora was gearing up for war.

" It's near! "

Layla's remark caught everyone's attention and they turned around only to hear her laugh.

" He is here. He is coming for you. " She erupted into another hysterical laughter.

" Did you all think that you forced me to bring you here? Hell no! I brought you here! This was my mission. You are doomed. You all are. This is your end. "

Her laughter kept getting more and