Aragona rode on the back of her horse, what remains of her army marched behind her as they approached an enormous iron wall with two towers at each end, making the wall look like a mouth, the spikes along it's top looking like teeth and the towers it's eyes. A sudden foreboding feeling starts to fill their bellies as laughing came from the all around them. Dark Protogens then began to taunt them with a song that matched their spirits "Win the battle, lose the war, a mere choice of evils before your feet. Now retreat, retreat, retreat!" They laugh and laugh, Aragona barely able to take it, squeezing her horse's reins. Suddenly she could any more, drawing her sword, The Flame of The West, and shouting "Silence!" Aragona said, her voice echoing off the rocks of the pass "We tire of this, The Dark Lady is to come forward, stop her evils, disband her army, and to never steep foot in this land again! You hear? Come out of there!"