Chaos rages in the streets of New York City and throughout the world. With the sudden awakening of magical ability in every single person on Earth, spells and all sorts of energetic work pours out of hapless and untrained people in a constant stream of manifestation.

People's inner thoughts have effects reflected in the material reality. Someone wishes ill on their neighbor and that neighbor breaks out in lesions. Car accidents abound as clever people learn they can turn the lights green for themselves with just a thought.

A brawl between two drunks in a bar leads to breaking of all the glass within a thirty foot radius of the fight, half a dozen people in critical condition, and the two combatants with dozens of shattered bones between them. Stray spells cause aircraft to drop out of the sky and ships to sink.

Tens of thousands of fires break out throughout major cities and small towns alike as the pyromaniacally inclined get hard to work. Animals start exhibiting magical abilities, with pets getting themselves out of homes and zoos becoming completely unmanageable and dangerous.

A collection of very young children that were on a school field trip are all attached to a tether for safety, but the children now all float through the air like an articulated kite, swimming as if they were in water with their teacher running down Park Avenue after them.

Many people gain the ability to read the thoughts of others, but with no filter to control the constant input from the minds of everyone within a solid radius these sudden psychics go mad in the attempt to separate their thoughts from those of others. These souls wander the streets in their madness.

Hospitals collapse under the flood of patients, many with conditions rarely or never before seen on top of those with severe injuries. No one can die anymore, so the pain and suffering of those terribly hurt continues with no relief.

Marching down avenues and streets in full sets of armor are the strange visitors from aboard the Second Sun First Born. Everywhere the visitors go, the well equipped warriors put an end to chaos as they find it, casting spells to bind and seal magical powers flowing uncontrolled in the population.

Some people try to fight the soldiers of the Central Sun. None succeed in so much as scoring even a single hit. Not one piece of armor worn is tarnished in any fight with human beings in which the Central Sun personnel find themselves engaged.

Even the Private Owner's best mages and witches all fall with ease before the might of the Central Sun. One by one, the secure lines Private Owners use to keep in touch go dark, the fates of men in high places left for those still on the run to speculate over.

Even more than binding and sealing, the personnel of the Central Sun start reprogramming every single human being on Earth. By laying a hand on the foreheads of every person they come across, the armored beings bring all into alignment under the sun.

The scene in New York with large spaceship and strangely dressed visitors repeats itself throughout the world, as thousands of ships equivalent in size to the Second Sun First Born anchor in the skies over the Earths largest population centers.

Rolling slowly down Park Ave towards downtown, a black Cadillac with the back seat and rear windows blacked out completely drives past a kindergarten teacher hopelessly chasing her students in flight. The driver sits forward, hands gripping the wheel tight and keeping a close eye for suits of armor.

Sitting in the back seat of the Cadillac is Commodore V. and next to him is his new secretary. The new secretary is haggard, she didn't get any sleep and Commodore V. is so far unforgiving in both his treatment of her and his temperament towards her.

The inside of the backseat of the Cadillac is draped in total darkness, not a single drop of sunlight finds its way into the back of the car. The driver is separated from the backseat by a divider with no window, only an intercom for communication between the front and back.

Commodore V. mutters to himself in anger, "Losing our portion of the goddess of the crossroads means I have to travel the streets like a common fool."

The new secretary nods her head. Commodore V. turns to her and says, "Have you gotten in contact with anyone at W.W. & Co?"

The new secretary nods again and Commodore V. continues, "Good. We are only going to get one shot at this portal spell. If we don't draw the ire of the goddess of the crossroads we'll certainly draw the attention of these sunshine warriors."

Holding a large, locked bag in her lap, the new secretary keeps a constant eye on her phone. The invaders from outer space and the military both keep wireless communications secured, but the Private Owners maintain their magitec phones operational.

A number of attempts at taking over the magitec communications system occurred in the last few hours, with Commodore V. chalking it up to the large ship in the sky. The new secretary figures it's only a matter of time until even that system falls.

The new secretary goes over the list of ingredients provided by W.W. & Co. needed for the portal spell and clutches the bag containing them. Commodore V. sits in silence, a stern face remaining perfectly still as his car crawls past multiple disasters towards W.W. & Co.'s corporate headquarters.