Inside the town square of the island fortress of Citrus, a lone guard idly stood beside the gate and observed the marching soldiers of the Colonial Dominions. It has been a month since the enactment of the war effort, and his hometown had transformed into a foreign bastion of humanity. The citizens have long left the town behind, only the local garrisons stayed as they were employed by the lord of Citrus.
The island fortress had been busy and filled to the brim with soldiers. War machines from the Magus Tower and the mainland made their way into the island, which was astounding yet saddening. The beautiful island of Citrus had become a military camp, and he didn't feel a tinge of honor or delight from it. What was supposed to be a field of flowers had become stained with war.
