All-Out War on the Zuran-Reinolt Border

It was well past midnight as dawn approached. Gilga was still filled with more traffic than most cities at midday but things were quite peaceful.

Moranti comfortably sat in his courtyard. The simple act of sitting and lounging freely was currently a great pastime for Moranti, as it felt so good to be without chains and to have unrestricted movement again. But during his lounging hours, Moranti reopened his eyes and sighed.

The God of Space frowned and grumbled as he teleported out of his chambers. Reappearing in the dark sky over Gilga, Moranti glared at the two men visiting him, annoyed.

"What do you want?" Moranti asked.

"Nothing. We're just stopping by to check in on you, that's all."

"As kind as that sounds, you're no friend of mine. Friends wouldn't chain each other up for half a millennium."

"But you're free now, so why not let bygones be bygones?"