Though Zucabr was now asleep, he had forgotten to completely turn of his radio, and it blared quietly with news of war.
"Today, the war that we had been hoping to avoid has broken out in full. According to my sources in the Voraki capital, they have finished preparing their navy for invasion, and eastbound airships most likely loaded with bombs and machina weapons have been sighted over Morr. The people of Ecana are aware of this, and have begun preparing, putting all able Talented in uniform, to be trained by the Royal Knights themselves. It seems that war is inevitable, and I shudder in horror knowing that my updates will soon fill with grim darkness. That's all for tonight, Updater Lakon is signing off."

Meanwhile, a world away from where any human had ever gone, two foul voices whispered in the darkness. The first raspy and squealing, the second deep and resounding.
"Brother? Brother? Oh elder brother, are you there?"
"Yes younger brother, you know very well that I am here, as I have always been. You also know that I have no time for your foolishness, so why have you disturbed me from my slumber?"
"Oh brother, I bring such great news that I am quivering with excitement. The humans are gone to war!"
"A war, you say? And are you the cause of this?"
"Of course, you know well the powers that I wield. I took greatest pleasure in myself firing the glorious first shot at their fragile peace."
"For once, brother of mine, you have done well. We ourselves shall open the portal once they are at their weakest, bringing great glory to our clan. The lowest will rise above the other clans, and we shall lead them all to victory. Until then, patience dear brother. Keep watch over them and destroy those who would send our plans awry. But always keep to the shadows, your presence unknown. Now go, brother. Report back to me with any great development, but not with every minuscule change. You know how I do tire of your voice."