Aboard the Battle Barge Stampede of Fury, Michael Pegalos and Hammerheart stood before their battle siblings.

"Blood Phoenixes." said Pegalos, "Victory is ours! You have driven the Dark Legion from the sector. And banished the vile daemon who sought to consume us. But a more terrible battle remains ahead. Our Chapter is in the hooves of a madsteed and a heretic. Traytus, he who should be the greatest of us all, has bargained away his soul to the powers of Discord. And we are branded as renegades and traitors. My siblings, this cannot, this will not, stand!"

Pegalos turned to Hammerheart next to him. "Commander Hammerheart, you and your siblings have suffered most under this corruption." He said. "Traytus branded you as renegades for the temerity of standing against the Dark Legion. Yet you refused to yield. You battled the enemies of Ponies and purged the corruption within your own ranks. Together, we shall gather those in the Chapter who share your courage, the courage to stand against Traytus and his fiendish masters."

Pegalos turned to the Pony Marines before him. "With those allies, we shall purge the rot in our Chapter once and for all. When that day comes, we must all be ready. Let none find us wanting!"

And the Pony Marines shouted in unison: "By Chapter and Empress. Let none find us wanting!"

Meanwhile, somewhere so corrupt, in a prison so dark, Skarsend was restricted to an indented hold that bound most of his movements. A door opened and a blinding light shined in. The light was then blocked by the sinister figure of someone who walked in and sealed the door shut.

"Lord Armeddon... it will be as I promised..." Skarsend said as the dreaded Pony came to him. "The Blood Phoenixes will fall." And the one called Armeddon reached out his clawed hoof toward Skarsend. Empress only knows what would happen to the Discord Lord.