"When will the war begin?" Sven asked, maintaining an icy stare, completely unperturbed.
Olax took a deep breath, glanced around the city, and said, "Soon, Arox has practically gathered enough energy for our main objective. Sven... tell me... Is our world beautiful?"
Sven glanced at Olax with a slightly puzzled expression, then he stepped, standing beside Olax as if he were an equal.
They were on top of a spire, one of several towers overlooking the largest and most majestic city in Arkan World.
"I don't quite understand the question." Sven asked quietly, watching the Arkans as they walked among the roads, "Are you asking about our space or some other one?"
Olax smiled slightly, "Sven... You need to think on a larger scale. I'm talking about the wide world, the universe if that makes more sense to you. I still can't tell you all the details, but Arox and I will surely save our world... or rather save it..."
