Within the cold, silent confines of the Dungeon's training space Frost stared fiercely at the holographic image of his father, his emotions in no small amount of turmoil given what he just heard.
His kind and gentle brother Agar was under attack, fanatics that once plunged the entirety of Nova into chaos were marching upon his doorstep, slaughtering his monsters with their unusual light magic and even going as far as to sever his connection to his own Dungeon.
The young man was of course filled with fear and dread, powerless to defend his own home he called out to his most reliable ally, his and Frost's eldest and most powerful brother, the great and ever stalwart Yami.
Unfortunately however his hope was suffering from the exact same aliment as was another member of their family. The Church of Light was on the move, and they promised nothing but misery for those finding themselves upon their warpath.
