A warship from the Country of Law approached the isolated island. It was a vessel equipped with hyper-modern weaponry. On the deck of the lead ship stood Les, the Vice Marshal of the Iron Tower Country of Law.
Standing atop the state-of-the-art warship, the soldiers held their heads high and puffed out their chests, brimming with pride. They believed their warship was the best in the world. The vessel utilized a propulsion system that absorbed Spiritual Energy, converting it into flames for thrust. The intense heat from the flames warped the very air.
"We are soldiers from the Iron Tower Country of Law, here to welcome Marshal Giles!" Les announced into a megaphone, his voice resonating across the island.
The bats knew that surrendering now would only lead to death. Their only hope lay with the soldiers from the Iron Tower Country of Law. One by one, they took to the air, flying toward the warship and communicating with Les via telepathy.
"General Les, save us."
