It turned dark in the small town of Letzer Island.
The street lamps came to life as they cast a warm glow over the rock-tiled roads.
It was getting pretty empty in the streets as families sat around their dinner tables and enjoyed a quiet evening together.
The last of the navy soldiers took a quick look at the main street before they started heading to the navy fortress for shift change.
While all that was happening, a young man walked down the main street with a long-handled axe in hand.
He was walking towards the shining tree—the lightbulbs on the tree's branches shone brightly in the dark night.
"Iron Armament Style!"
Kiernan grabbed the axe with both hands, swung it over his left shoulder, and took a large step towards the tree.
The silverware clinked against the plate in the nearby households. No one had their eyes on the tree. They were all too busy enjoying their warm meals.
"The Sundering!"
