The next morning in Brimville, a man stood in front of dozens of men. Everyone was silent, ready to listen to their leader, Claude. He was about to announce his plans for the future of his people.

"My men, we have built up this village into a great fort. Now it is our mission to continue rebuilding this world into the greatness it once was. We will rebuild one town after another, strengthening ourselves and taking their people into our care. Like never before, we will unite the world!" the man shouted, causing everyone to clap in awe.

After he was finished, he returned into his throne room and sat down in his fancy throne, laying back. That moment a large white smoky shadow emerged from the shadows behind him, rising up to the ceiling. It was a knight in white armour, holding a large cross shaped sword in his hands. The sword hung right above Claude's head.

"Quite the speech, although words may not be your weapon of choice. Despite this, these brainless mortals under your control will lick off everything you throw before their feet. Indeed, you shall unite the world by conquering everything, reigning above everyone and everything," a sinister voice hollered.

"This is the respect and power a king required, for I will shape this world to my image. To do that I will need your power, Conquest. I trust you will aid me in my plan?"

"That need not even be a question, I was born for it after all!"