The roar of the march made the ground tremble on the hot night of Sephern, a sudden attack where Menon the gold was taken by surprise, an army broke through the northern ports, some huge force had knocked down the wall and the roar made everyone wake up, in the distance a sea of flames and steam had been seen and soon the screams began, an ancient and unconquerable force was emerging, swallowing dry Menon jumped from the bed and prepared himself, with his golden armor set before the gate, waiting for the myriads of soldiers who accompanied by the spirits of fire and water. Ignis and Glacien the dwelling of the ancestral dragons.