Meanwhile

Thunder rumbled across the skies over Dioz. Lightning illuminated the darkened lands below as the sounds of marching echoed in the distance. 

The dirt roads that connected the kingdom to the now destroyed Freetan Theocracy were now barren as a desert. No caravan or traveler dared to cross into the territory of the metal men.

But despite this, however. Even in the darkness of the storm above them, a lone mage stood at the border.

He wore a dark purple cloak that hid his face and a tunic to match. His eyes glowed purple as he took more steps towards metal men territory.

"Halt," A voice broke the the symphony of nature. 

The mage looked up and saw three figures floating in the sky in front of him.

He sensed no magic from them, instead, the soles of their feet and palms of their hand exhibited fire that made them float.