Many years have passed, Iron & Luwarin becoming side-by-side warriors, known for their chemistry.
A bridge connecting the Fallen Messiah to the peaks of Iron's Keep had formed. The smog and ash had returned, blanketing what would be the visible skyline into naught but a dull grey. The bridge was formed under the guise of this peculiar fog, going from the center of the world unto the edges. Arsirian had enough of Luwarin's doddering with those outside of the Empyreans. Iron looked outside into the pale world, admiring the sheer tenacity of nature. While enjoying the dim sky, he spotted a large number of people walking across the bridge, directly towards his Kingdom. He immediately ordered all guards and warriors to take up arms, showering the bridge with indents from the steel armor his knights would wear. He called Luwarin to his side. The Empyreans marched into the halfway point of the bridge, Iron's forces meeting them there. Arsirian described how the Messiah could no longer hold the world on it's back. Telling Luwarin how he had doomed everyone. Of course, Luwarin refuted this claim; basing it as pure conjecture. For, how could they truly know if the Messiah was doing anything? A Nameless knight held his tongue in during this speech, blaming Luwarin but not speaking his mind. Luwarin bit his tongue and swallowed his greed, explaining his side of the story, including the lies. To the credit of Iron's army, they had not let their shock get the best of them in battle. Shortly after the "formal" matters were taken care of, Arsirian deployed her golden scythe, it bathing in the tears of the Messiah.