"The pests are finally gone. Let's get ready for the final event," Banian says to his force.
There are eight of them left, all surrounding their leader in a circle, each holding a bottle of the weapon they're counting on to defeat their enemy. Obvious glee is on their faces, their anticipation palpable in the air. They have waited for this day for years, and now it's finally here. Finally…finally…they have their chance at being at the top. They're going to show the world who really is the best.
Banian himself cannot help but grin. He's the one who has most to anticipate. For so long he waited, prepared, built up a force, all for this day. From that day long ago, he's been building this very force just for this day.
He touches the scar on his face, already imagining how he'll repay the favor to his old nemesis. Surely, with the new weapon he found, it's not impossible. It's here, it's finally here, his chance at revenge, at redemption.
