-Tenchō [Zeinth] Sector, Eteruan's Home System-

The Eteruan's proposal to make a replica of the Diyelir's Hellworlds has been, though for the security of their people the Diyelirs agreed as long as they would make it half of the original Hellworld's efficiency, while they are in the purpose of rebuilding their society. Massive world-builder fleets has began Terra-forming a nearby star system for it to be made as a Hellworld System. Defensive structures have been built along the system, together with space ports and fortresses.

-Atorasu Sector, Kyballion Galaxy-

The Diyelir contingent on the Kyballion galaxy began helping the Eteruans in their reclamation of the nearby sectors, using their Terra-forming technology to help in building their bases faster. They began researching on the exotic technology offered by the galaxy, and starts to locate and map areas who are rich in technological information. They specifically researched for information regarding planetary warfare that they can use to their advantage.

-1st Grand Expedition Fleet-

Lyrniux absentmindedly stares through the void through the ship's window, looking into the glimmering stars against a backdrop of a cold, shadowy veil of never ending blackness. It's been a year since he left his home, and he's longing to get back. Now, the once rag-tag group of adventurers are coming back home as the pillars of their society, the pioneers who braved the uncertainty of infinite space and came back, now heroes in the eyes of their own kin. Lyrniux watches as the fleet of Raionhato smoothly sailed in the time-bending ocean of the warp together with them, smiling as he remembered the days when they were being guided by their friends into reaching the almost mythical Diyelir territory. Everything that happened yesterday seems just like dream, and a few more hours soon, he will now wake up bringing the future to his people. Little did he know the real world where he will wake later on will be more morbid than his most horrifying nightmare. Little did he know that this day will mark an important part in their history, and the history of  the Eteruans coming along with them, one that will cement them in pages of the great Diyelir history. Little did he know, little did anyone know.

-Eirfvenzienian Homeworld, Space Battlestation Freushia-

Hundreds of newly-built warships roam the orbit of the planet, ships as large as a slightly bigger Diyelir destroyer, and thousands more of smaller crafts patrolling all over the planet. Battlestations can be seen being built here and there, and on the surface the now heavily industrialized planet is replacing forest with large swaths of cities and industrial centers, paving way for their ludicrous machines of war. In his towering palace of bloody crimson and grim black back in the now heavily industrialized and militarized Maulgrisentir, Algatranz watch as the fruits of his hard work are now getting harvested.

In the meantime, the Underworld Fortress is now bellowing with the battlecries of the waiting, their rage transforming into an enchanting screams of warriors hungry for freedom. War is looming. War is on the horizon.