Outside Paradise City, the desert.
The Exiles had almost emerged from their nests en masse, with the great leader leading thousands of fully armed Exiles, planning to coordinate with the Oasis Master to break through Paradise City's defenses.
"Brothers, our success or failure hinges on this moment, today we might shed a lot of blood, but after today, our names will surely be sung!"
The great leader fervently rallied the warriors behind him.
Some of them were native Exiles, while others, disillusioned with their former homelands and yearning for change, had been exiled here for various reasons, once citizens of Paradise City.
They had gathered here, firmly believing they were about to make their mark.
"Let's do this!"
"Since we're already here!"
But as they approached Paradise City, the military strategist sensed something was amiss.
"No, this isn't right, the city gates wide open, no guards visible on the walls, it's probably a trap!"
