Three generals sat in the antechamber, awaiting their summons to the throne room. One, a battle hardened veteran, sat cold and stoic while the second man, younger and newer to his position, fidgeted nervously. The woman yawned and gazed out the window. Soon the doors opened and they were ushered in and arrayed themselves before the dual thrones. The guards left, leaving the three alone with Alexis and Flauros. "Sheol, your report first," Flauros interjected. He still slouched on his throne but his gaze narrowed upon the younger man. "Perdion, pray continue the tale," Flauros said.