With outstretched arms and knelt on a golden dais borne on the shoulders of four mighty giants, King Amia enters the Supreme Martial Court of Wilo amidst thunderous cheers from his subjects.

“Aaaaaamiaaaaa!!!!……Aaaaaamiaaaaa!!!!………Aaaaaamiaaaaa!!!! The great hall shudders with chants mounting to an earthquaking crescendo.

Crowds on the streets of Salsa go wild and restive with “Lati mi adoratum’, a song that chronicles the history and victories of the Zengo Empire, from their great ancestor Tetrani to the legendary Gorr, whose statue stands in the middle of Salsa.

Amia descends the golden dais and motions for silence with his left hand. “Long live Zengo!!!” The king roars while beating his bare chest with both fists and raising them in the air, his crown almost slipping off his head in the process. His guard repositions the crown.

“Long live Amia of great Zengo!!!!” A million clenched fists surge into the air in response.

He addressed them, and as he did, everyone marvelled. He seemed to know many things that happened in the empire in his absence. At the end of his speech, he declared war on the Delli Kingdom.

The empire’s war machines had been given ignition. For men born for war, the announcement was like fresh blood squeezed into the mouth of a long dead and forgotten vampire. Life at last!

Intensive preparations for the battle began in Dindi Woods, a forest of pine on a highland from which one could easily see the entire Delli Kingdom lying low in the far away distance like children’s mats.

Seated on the trunk of a huge fallen tree, the king watched his men train. General Patuto was lying on the forest leaves, half-naked, with a squirrel roasting gently in the fire beside him. Caeza de Barbaria, Jaguar’s father, had a bottle of wine in his hand and smoked wee while seated on the branches of a tree opposite the king. Caeza had an eagle on his right shoulder and with his left hand, he aimed with a musket at a crucified antelope some distance from where they sat.

The King and his generals were impressed with the precision with which Caeza hit the antelope’s spine. Each time he made a successful hit, General Li undressed slowly a maid captured during a little hunt by the war generals in the woods. The onlookers excitement grew with impatience as they scolded the greedy Caeza into firing more shots.

“Fire more!!!!..” The generals voices quaked with lust.

“Here. The temple of goddess Alliandes.” One general was showing General Li with a sketch on the wet forest floor the best way to attack Delli. “Over there, the palace of Cicly. The Drunken Witch river passes here…to here…to here in the south.”

The King and General Patuto drew closer to take a look. With arms folded, the king and Patuto followed the explanations, tilting their heads every now and then and turning to look at each other.

“The temple has been relocated since Shido died”, the king interrupted. Squatting and pointing with his right index finger, he adds, “to here in the north.”

“See,” Patuto indicated with a stick in his hand, still standing, “There’s an underground route into the heart of Delli from here…we discovered it during the Brazzaria war…The desert will slow down reinforcement to BMS Invisible stationed up here in the north….” And Patuto explained in detail the best offensive against Delli.

The day for invading Delli finally came.

It was Judgment Day…