_At a Desolate Battlefield_
A Man with cascading golden hair stood on one side, facing a horde variously shaped dark creatures.
The mans pale green eyes shone with endless confidense as he snapped his fingers and said, "Come out, my Seven Celastial Generals".
As soon as he said the words, Seven peeerlessly beautiful ladies appeared on the wall that was behind him.
Each one Belonged to a different race.
This man was the last Peerless war general.
The Lord Of Evolution.
And.. The Last of his race, A Heavenly Overlord.
He was.. Aamon Constantine.
A Sadistic grin Appeared on Aamon's face as he spreafd his hands wide and open, His words were like an omen,
"Let the war begin"