Koa stands up on the steps of the small palace in the middle of the burning city around him. His army had just invaded and captured this city. He has the Lord and his wives and children on their knees. The screams and sounds of his army and the citizens echo throughout the city and the steppe around them. His two dragons clamour up the side of the large crumbling and burning palace. The Eastern ice dragon serpentine as it coils around one of the floors. The Western mountain dragon, perched gripping the top of the palace, breathing fire towards the sky.