-Frontreiweld Elyss, Fallen Hero's Grave-

"Well, that was a traumatizing event that up until now left a large fear in our hearts. It was about a millennium ago when it happened. What started as a tiny spark of flame had grown into a wildfire that almost got everything killed. What we expected as a tiny, belligerent threat turned out to be just the tip of the iceberg, after all our efforts has been exhausted, coming exactly at the moment of rejoicing at our false victory. We are taught in our history lessons that we are the one of the last bastions of this galaxy, fending off the Reaper invasion for a staggering one hundred years, before all of our colonies was lost to the marauding forces. For a fledgling nation, that was a quite impressive feat we will always be proud. But there will always be limits." the envoy said, his face looking towards the calm sea being kissed by the gentle Diyelian breeze. He then continued with a heavy, serious tone and opened a holographic projector out of his carried small baggage. "To save our race from being assimilated further, we initiated Project: Purity. It was a desperate attempt to further preserve our species in case our main plan has failed. We froze our species into a deep cryo-sleep hundreds of feet down below massive underground temples, while bombarding the planetary surfaces of our colonies to smithereens to eradicate any known signs of life. We haven't heard anything about it since." he looks down, but then remembers the main information that should be given. He proceeded to select holoprojections and stopped at the information regarding Operation: Void Fortress.

"Meanwhile, this... is Operation: Void Fortress." he pointed at the current projection. "Shortly before the Reaper Wars, we uncovered a very powerful relic coming from an unknown source. It had the power of planetary invincibility, but comes with the price of imprisoning the entire population within it. It works by absurdly bending the space-time continuum until the whole planet - and any nearby satellites- to be trapped inside a pocket dimension. The entire planet will be erased from existence while it's active, and there's no way in. Nor there's no way out. For five centuries we are trapped in that pocket dimension, watching every bit of gathered broadcast coming from our brothers out there who are mercilessly slaughtered by the Reapers, the others desperately fighting back and initiating our desperate survival attempt. For straight five hundred years we lost contact of the outside reality, and we are making our very best to gather our force. Countless civil wars raged inside the planet, as fear turns to anxiety, anxiety to paranoia, and ultimately paranoia to insanity. We are almost driven to extinction by our own hands, if not for faith-breaking efforts to re-conciliate peace. By the end of those five centuries, we are already battered by our helpless struggle for survival. After the impenetrable shield has been torn down, the once peace-loving adventurers would never be the same." the envoy looked at them with dead eyes, as if the souls of all their dead heroes became the legion of damned speaking for themselves. He then looked again at the sea, his mood getting calm again like ripples in the water.

"Well... many things worked well after that," his mood enlightened giving out good points about what happened. "We've met you, and Chrymerion as well after a couple hundred years of starting to build from the ashes. After the shield has fallen, the anomaly of the pocket dimension still exist, causing our system to seemingly disappear in the galactic map, and is only accessible by special hyperlanes and warp gates purposely built for the sake of travelling in and out of the Originworld." he looks back at the Kriths, their face shining with the light of the now setting star. "It's getting late, we should go back now. You would want to see the valley by night, it's a pleasant sight to take a rest and contemplate about life and existence. We'll have more time there talking about our stories, I'm equally excited to hear about yours." he gave a slight chuckle, before escorting the Kriths back to the safe reaches of the Capitol. "And yeah, it's hard now to imagine anyone attacking us, Diyelians. We've already spent a thousand years screwing ourselves, the word savage nor even hard core is not enough to describe our ferocity now in the battlefield." he added before happily walking back.

On the next day the Formic royalties became an official guest, the Diyelian scholars welcoming their allies with warm curiosity. They began asking the Kriths lots of question, mostly describing what their world looks like and how are they managing their government, education and most of all their military affairs. The Diyelians gifted this specialized suit for the Kriths as sign of goodwill and cooperation between the two species in the field of academia.

-Krith's departure-

After the Krith's departure, the classified battle system on Rischetensteig has been fully established. Lined with the most dangerous traps, the wildest of beast and the most perilous obstacles. The three fleets of soldiers was already sorted out, base on the best of their commander's specialty and the Krith hives has been placed under their respective mentors. Elzeke himself visited the site for a few hours, just to make sure that though it's a piece of hell, the soldier's - most especially the Formic's - safety will not be put into compromise.

-After the Nuzeikurgan celebration on one of their ally's territory-

The Diyelians welcomes the Nuzeikurgans to their territory. "Welcome to Richens Tenscheig. This will not just be your battleground, but your warzone in your stay here. Don't expect that this environment will be a paradise, though as we Diyelians train under living hell, under the harshest conditions questionable with your logic. Today, your kin will not counted as a Nuzeikurgan, as our dear ally. Starting from today, you are now a warrior in training, living to either feed or become the food. Today you will now be placed on the bottom of the food chain, and you must delve first into the deepest of hell to rise on top of it. Get into your respective commanders, my children. Your training will start soon after the ceremony." said a hulking Diyelian commander with a slash mark in one eye. He seems to be the overseer of the training, and he quickly put the Kriths to their respective commanders.

Dryfgaust was seen with his army of genetically enhanced warrior legion, with hulking armors that seems to erase the border between biological and artificial bodies, the soldiers themselves are indistinguishable from being organics or synthetics. They are assisted by titan-hulled troop carriers and assault dropships.

Lidzrial's army is mostly composed of the newly-created Endbringers. Their units are tailored to fit specifically in bombardment and fire support roles most especially their rather heavily-equipped Fanatic units . They are assisted by squads of infantry support carriers and heavy strafing gunships.

Last would be Zeifruge which is now spending his time with his horde of elite shock troopers. His units can be seen to have a preference for a heavy-hitting infantry-tank hybrid units, with a rapid deployment of tank destroyers and mobile battlestation designed to withstand prolonged periods behind enemy lines.

The Kriths were greeted with utmost respect and cheerfulness from the soldiers, and they were personally escorted to their quarters.

-Elschkalfel IV, Base of Operations-

The Diyelians are able to receive the signal from the Swarm Queen, and responded quickly. "Welcome esteemed Queen Zagara! Your base of operations has been made ready. I am Elzeke, Scheifareux of the Hegemony. I will personally assist you in your journey to Lanmirtiasch. For the meantime, I want to brief you about everything regarding the Urkun-Iash. It's been a long time since forever when we as leaders had the chance to talk, the last time I remember is when I was still a snotty toddler back in the humble reaches of my little home." Elzeke chuckled, cheerfully providing the good old Queen with the exact coordinates of her headquarters on the grassland super-Terran planet.

Spoiler: Journey to the heroes' hell grounds (hover to show)

Alright! There you go, the training of the Kriths will officially commence! And most importantly, you'll get to see the Urkun-Iash!