User:Shadow Scythe

Nyjole looked on, watching the Konoskians pouring out of the Canyons by the hundreds.... They all marched side by side, in militaristic perfection, each with one arm outstretched, pointing their strange guns onward. Onward... the Darfonian stronghold, Dark Caverns was their destination. The despised Darfonians... if this continued, they would very much be wiped out... Elemania would be cured of them, as Konoske had said long ago...

A question arose. Was your enemy's enemy truly your friend? As much as Nyjole wanted to believe this, it simply couldn't hold true. The Konoskians... they were no friend. They were ruthless, they were cruel. Their own interests were the only things that mattered to them. They wouldn't defeat the Darfonians; they would crush them. They would annihilate them. Genocide would be committed. That's not what Nyjole wanted. But now it was too late. There was nothing to be done now. Dark Caverns were about to be stormed by this cruel and heartless clan....

All Nyjole could do was watch...