The meeting was proceeding as planned. Things were getting done. Char and his war council were doing everything necessary to go to war. However almost everyone in the room involuntarily froze when the doors were kicked open by none other than the Wizard Prince himself.

His long time in exile had left his robes tattered and dirty, but there was nothing about his posture and movements that suggested he was a tired refugee. He strode into the room like a conquering king. Ominously, the crowd of soldiers following him into the room were wearing Zeon uniforms.

"Ah, my Lord Char, I was hoping for a moment to speak with you once again, but it seems we've both been rather busy."