The Dark Council was made up of the 390 sons of Sogran, all warriors of intense valor. Their father Sogran had taught them his gladiatorial valor, and they had defeated even the toughest SF forces in the World. Their leader was Falsan, the eldest son of Sogran. He held a leaflet, showing his father's pathetic performance. Father is old. But I'm young. Much younger. Falsan was 31 years old, his father had had his first child at an age older than usual. Falsan smiled, "We are now in the final stages of preparation. Soon we will be ready, for the return of the Sky Federation! And Thernva we will twist, for it acts apathetically to the crimes of Sogran. And Apathy as we all know, is even worse than hate, because it is the opposite of love. Apathy causes man to just simply not care. And those who are apathetic, are easily twisted in hatred." Cheers rose. "Global Domination is not our plan." Falsan boomed. "It is a thing no one on this Earth could do. But what we will do, is retake the land taken from us, and we will twist the World, corrupting it into a world owned by the Final Dawn!" Cheers rose up high from his younger brothers. He pulled out his gun. He was ready for these petty Arnorians who were trying to stop the inevitable. He was ready.
