The first rays of sunlight illuminated the wisps and billows of smoke that rose from the damaged city. With every passing minute the sun rose higher into the morning sky, lighting the pole that was standing at the head of the cobble walkway. Soon, there was enough light to reveal the head that was on top of the pole, bringing out of the mansion several dozen men including Boyce, carrying his cross bow in his left hand. His left shoulder was in great pain but he was forcing himself to make use of it. He walked out tall and straight, and from somewhere above, Zoro flapped his way down onto Boyce's other shoulder. It made no sound as the men slowly walked towards the pole, with Lloyd's head mounted atop it. There was an odd, colourful aura around the head, probably caused by the play of the sun's light, but Boyce believed, with his whole heart, that it was God's presence blessing his dead friend. The sounds of battle started up again in the distance. Electrophora blared and thunderous sounds followed. Looking in the direction of the battle's origin, which was north, Boyce and his men saw laser light being shot into the air, and they knew that it could only mean one thing -- the second invasion wave had arrived in Pomperaque, as planned. Boyce fell to his knees and wailed, mourning his fallen friend and teacher, while he still held onto his cross bow. His cries rose above the thunderous clamour of combat that was drawing nearer to the city. The young sovereign finally rose to his feet again and looked at Halls with an ultimate contempt that he summoned from his soul. His eyes had tears in them, and they were red and painful looking. He spat on the ground and took his sabre from its casement and lifted it to the air. Boyce took a few steps passed the head of his dead friend, and in a voice that carried through the entire city, he yelled at those in Halls. "Dirt of the world! -- Fornicators of men and animals! -- Oppressive son-of-whores and satyrs! -- Welcomers of saturnine thought! -- You foul children of Satan!" Boyce cussed at them. "Maybe you all die in the most prolonged and torturous pain!" The fighting stopped as the battalions came upon the centre of the city and heard Boyce's booming anger shake all that was around. Zoro quietly left Boyce's shoulder and then disappeared, unnoticed. "Prepare yourself for damnation, Manguino. You will die, Orren!" Boyce's hollering sounded like a promise, more than it did threatening, and he slid his sabre back into its scabbard. He began to walk towards Halls with the men that came out of the mansion with him. Those coenobites at Halls were all lined up on the wall of the quadrangle looking towards Boyce, when he yelled. Cardinal Orren stood in plain sight and watched Boyce slowly approach with his men.