As if second nature, a barrage of gunfire soon illuminated the west. Streaks of god split the miasma, revealing drunken fighters, or what seemed so by their stance. It wasn't long before airstrikes were called, and a fury of modern weaponry leaped into the battlefield.
"We're not going down that easily," Minerva shouted over her display, "-and welcome back, Staxius," they met in the hallway, "-care to join me?" she impatiently made her way around the fortress.
"Sure," they were soon before an airship, Dionysus' floating castle.
"What's that for?"
"We've stationed the base of operation to be inside that fortress. It's easily fortified and we have nothing to be wary about."
"I see that, but who is on board?"
