As Aloysius drew closer, Zavian caught a look at his army. Darstun's men, and Selesee's, all in their dark-colored uniforms of blue and purple with their crests gleaming under the sun. Aloysius's army spanned across the land, and every speck of green grass within sight was covered with them.
Aloysius stopped a few feet from Zavian, and he opened his arms wide.
"Zavian, it's been so long," he greeted. His eyes went over to Freya. "And Freya. Won't you come and give your father a warm welcome?"
"How were you able to come to earth with the portal sealed?" Zavian asked.
"Down to business, I like that," Aloysius lowered his arms. His horse neighed beneath him, a low growl, and Aloysius tapped the creature's side. It looked like a shadow in a solid form. "Before that, your brother, Uriel here has been dying to meet you."
