"Ki Ha'Coron', there's been a break-in at the maximum-security prison. The General Militia had been authorized to take them down, but no success yet." An envoy from the office of Defence entered the house where Finix dwelled, his hair was a mess, as if he ran miles just to arrive. Finix stayed quiet for a few seconds, processing.

"Are you kidding me??? Who is doing this, I'll take them down!" Finix stood up, snatching her bow and quiver, slinging them on rapidly.

"The RIM, ki Ha'Coron'."

Finix cursed, setting her things back down.

"Why are they in FiHami, it makes no sense whatsoever. What do they want?"

"They're recruiting our prisoners, from what ground witnesses could report."

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Hundreds of captured soldiers escaped their cells, responding eagerly to the RIM, cheering loudly. Anthony Thomas smiled at the sight as he followed his comrades. Sure, the last remaining monarchs of the White-Cormic family had been killed, but that didn't mean that hope was lost. A new emperor could take over, and upon helping the RIM secure their victory, the island presently known as FiHami could be retaken, followed by Antarcha, then the rest of the world. Of course, eventually the empire would have to play their cards carefully, or else the RIM could easily annhilate them.