It's been roughly two years since the destruction of Astaven. Meanwhile in an unknown area, Bandits arrive in Motorcycles and confront the military of that nation.
"For someone without magic, he really is powerful," one of the soldiers said.
As the leader of the bandits is walking towards them, he draws out his blade and glares at them. He blows out a smoke from his cigarette, then grins.
The Bandit then charges in for the soldiers and starts taking out one by one as they are shooting at him.
"Where are the mages?!"
The last remaining soldier gets decapitated. The mages of the nation arrive and they start firing spells at the bandit. The Bandit dodges and slashes the spells, leaps for the mages and, slashes them all down in one swing.
The bandit draws in his blade and looks at the people of Cerama.
"Now everyone, hand over everything you own if you don't want to keep dying like rats," the Bandit threatened.
