After Erika's return with a torch of gold burning with a fever flame of dead silver and verdant green, the people of Athenia and all land belonging to her goddess felt a moment of something gentle passing over them. Then came the tenseness of muscles, the sternness of mind, and alas, the unquenchable thirst for the fall of their enemies. Such sensations were further intensified by the songs sung by the prince's angels. All calling out in perfect harmony, the battles to come and the victories yet to be claimed.
