As soon as Death landed, his army laded. Of course, the hadn't landed on the ground, but rather on the platform over Ipigal, where the runes were whittling down their numbers. The army soon got back into their cosmic craft, and Death broke the barrier. Death landed.

Their first cosmic craft landed. It was filled with a contingent of jade-categories. Our jade-categories were hovering over us. A dozen more cosmic crafts landed. Peak ruby-categories came out. A thousand more landed. They had rank-and-file ruby-categories. And so on. Soon, Ipigal island, which was the name of the Glassfay Indian Subcontinent, was ten per cent filled with cosmic crafts. They had an army larger then Ipigal, but Ipigal's army had better conditions, home country, and better training. The scales were balanced.

A man walked out of the army. His aura swept over everyone, giving a feeling of extreme power. It was the kind Wopoimcl had.

Wopoimcl suppressed it and walked out. They talked about something that no one could hear. Not even the king of Ipigal.

Wopoimcl glided back, and started talking to Ipigal's leaders.

A fool of a bronze-category ran out.

The floodgates had opened.