Two massive ships bore lofty Thrones that stood at their very summits. They were like mountains suspended in the heavens, and atop each peak, a radiant seat of authority glowed like a miniature sun. From those Thrones, both Presiders radiated command over space itself. On their arrival, they did not come alone. With a single motion of their will, their respective armies were summoned into existence.
"Save us! Or you will die against this Phoenix!" the Azure Dragon warned as the claws and scattered parts of the Vermillion Phoenix chased closely behind, streaking across the sky like fragments of a burning constellation.
The army began to warp out one after the other, while the rest arrived at warped speed.
