Meanwhile far above the location of the battlezone, two people stood afloat observing the entire frontline. Their gazes lingered on the two huge spherical constructs; Motherships.
"Hmm things are not looking good for our side, Four." One of the men concluded. His fiery hair flickered like flames and his entire being radiated a heavy blazing aura.
"We cannot meddle in their battle. But still have some trust in our Generals, Six." The other man relayed optimism. There was a hint of righteousness hidden within his gait.
These two were the Marshal dispatched by the Temple. Marshal Four and Marshal Six.
"I forgot to inquire, was the seclusion helpful?" Six proceeded with an excited tone.
"No, it was too short. I can only hope to achieve something after this war concludes." Four replied with sadness as he closed his eyes with his hands placed back.
Marshal Six turned his gaze towards the two Motherships.
