On a remote beach in the Southern part of the US, a man in nothing but a pair of swim trunks lounged beneath a sunshade, his broad chest hidden beneath a thick carpet of hair while two women leisurely massaged his shoulders. He looked completely at ease, as though the war raging across Ethereal had nothing to do with him.
Then his phone rang, "Grandpa~ your grandson is calling~." He answered without even opening his eyes. "Hello?"
"Little Horn, why aren't you online? Hurry up and watch the official livestream!" a man shouted from the other end.
"Damn it, how many times have I told you to stop calling me Little Horn?" he snapped, sounding more annoyed than angry.
"Forget that. Just open the stream already!"
"What's got you so worked up?"
Little Horn lazily picked up his phone and tapped his way onto Ethereal's official homepage, where the battle was being broadcast live. At first, he barely paid attention.
