A majestic army stood in front of a mountainous region. Three flags were hosted in the air, which represented the three academies who had formed an "Alliance" to crusade against Royal Order Academy.
Priscilla stood fearlessly at the bottom of the mountain. Louis and Oliver, who were by her side, had grim expressions on their faces. In order to convince Black Bellied Academy to ally with them, both academies had paid a hefty price--which was eating at their insides even now.
Carl and Rose stood on top of the mountain. Both of them were looking at the three allied academies in disdain.
"Hmp! Lowly dogs, you dare challenge our academy?" Carl asked. "Come! Let me send all of you to hell!"
"Enough talk!" Louis raised his hand. "Advance!"
"Advance!" Oliver ordered.
"Forward March!" Priscilla commanded.
