Titus sent word to bring the kings to Grand Capital for Plato's commemoration. It had been twenty years since Plato died, and now they could finally honor the man that found the Man of Hope. Titus prayed for the kings' safe passage and honored his friend's life as best he could. Plato left everything to Titus, so in his spare time, he studied. He wrote the details of the battles against Cromwell. He wrote the stories and songs the men told and sang so all generations could see them.
When the kings arrived, they each came backed with their entire armies. Titus knew exactly what was happening and he ordered his men to their ranks to defend the city. As soon as the kings' armies clashed with Titus' army, Titus quickly went to hide the Wolf sword and Feathered Dagger. He knew that if any one of the kings got them, then they would be unstoppable. He created a firestone that would keep the Dagger from corrupting anyone. He sheathed the sword in the pedastal in the trophy room main chamber and swore a prophesy upon it.
Boooooooom! Incoming catapult artillery once again landed on the city. Titus was pained with the memories of the Battle of Servinsrad as he grabbed a dead soldier's sword and went out to defend his home.
Titus was met with soldiers rushing in to kill him, and he was forced to kill them. He was fighting men that once fought beside him. He could not kill his brothers, but he had to. He fought his way through, tears in his eyes, to the three kings locked in battle.
"MEN STOP!" Titus cried as he ran toward the kings. Washington nearly took Titus head of before Bonaparte ran him through with the Lion Sword. As Titus bled out, the fighting ceased. Washington, Mao and Bonaparte looked over Titus as he lay there, dying. It was all a rouse. They killed their own men just to get him.
"Say hi to Plato for us," Washington said as he buried a dagger into Titus' chest. As Titus felt his life slipping away, he asked one thing of the men: tell the people the Prophesy. No man can wield the sword of knowledge unless he be the Unifier.
The kings honored Titus' last words and left the city. When the last of their men stepped out, the city rose from the ground and flew into the northern mountains far past Academy. The keep collapsed into the hillside, leaving only the Misted Lake. The kings went back to their homes and told the people the prophesy. Word spread quickly and people began claiming that they were the chosen ones, but none of them were. Two thousand years would go by without the Unifier showing up. Many people lost hope, some believing that the Prophesy was nothing more than an old man's delusions before death.