"Ladies and Gentleman, welcome to the 48th annual Marine Gala. Please enjoy the evening and refreshments." Said the announcer before the music started up. This Gala had both high ranking marines and the seven Warlords in attendance. Sipping from your cup, you looked around as you adjusted your full-face mask back into place.

Your gaze then meet that of a man wearing a crow mask, his eye's seemed to pierce your very soul. Looking away, you heard someone approach from the group of Warlords.