"Attention!" the guard shouted an order. The soldiers of the guards along the long hallway raised the swords in an orderly fashion.
Door after door burst open before O'Neil Andrew Morisette. The young prince advanced forward, passing soldiers who paid their respects to him one after another and passing the countless portraits of heroes displayed along the hallway, and lastly entered a gigantic room.
The enormous room was completely empty. Only a long table was set up at its center and behind it were the three only surviving Marshals of Titan Empire. The walls of the vast room were covered with murals and an assortment of war equipment. Most of the war equipment were Marshal swords a few centuries old while most of the portraits were of old military men.
"Lieutenant General of the Guards, O'Neil Andrew Morisette?"
