“Who will stand with me?” General Gar’na-dras called. “HO!” Instantly, the shouts of every soldier in the hall resounded as one. “All of them?” Mindy blinked. “But if everybody goes, the weaker ones are going to get killed!” Suddenly she found herself at the center of attention with glares staring daggers at her from every side. Gar’na-dras barked a laugh. “She does have a point, at that. The battle will go easier if I need not worry over unnecessary casualties. It may take longer with less troops, but I would rather extend the fight than lose good people.” “Qualifiers.” Darian said suddenly. Gar’na-dras turned his gaze to him. Darian explained. “Impose criteria.” “Body Qi stage for support crews. As for the main battle group… Earth Qi stage, minimum.” Gar’na-dras said firmly. “No less.” “When do we deploy?” Darian asked next. One of the nearby officers scoffed. “You don’t need to know. You’re just a boy. You just need

Holding his face, Darian got to his feet in time to see green energy bolts flying everywhere. He ducked, batted a second one aside with his Psi Blade, and carefully sidestepped to avoid a third while Gar’na-dras, Mindy and two Captains all closed in on the Elder Lich from different directions. Seeing them close in, five Death Knights charged in from two different sides. Darian narrowed his eyes; three of them would pass by narrowly to his left. Giving up his own chance to attack the Elder Lich, Darian lit up a second Psi Blade in his off-hand and turned on the approaching Death Knights. He leapt into the air. Both legs hurtled out at the Death Knight in the middle, each of his Psi Blades sweeping around at the other two. The Death Knights, intent on saving their boss, were caught off-guard. Two of them lost their heads before they even knew what happened. The middle one, however, managed to raise its shield in time to block his flying kick. The shield saved i

A lot could be said about regrets. Some of it had to do with finger-pointing. It could be blamed upon reckless spies trying to find the source of the Empire’s mana. It could be blamed on corrupted officials allowing them through. It could be even be blamed on an issue of disbelief on the part of various officials as to whether there was any actual need to ‘decontaminate’ people who come through the Portal with fire. There was a prevailing opinion even among officials that the whole fire-decontamination system was just another control method to raise the importance and prestige of Draconians to give their particular race more advantages. Part of that could even be blamed on the people actively and obviously attempting to raise the privileges of Draconians (please don’t stare at Rou’khan, she’s already very sorry for being too open about it). Those parties advocating racial equality saw the fire-decontamination system as an unnecessary barrier and a mere excuse to prev

After a quick check up from his concerned girlfriend, Remian went on to inspect the Adventurers Guild. The Guild Hall had currently taken over the entire building. Apartments were rented by Adventurers. Shops were opened by retired Adventurers and people catering to Adventurers’ needs. Outside, the street had carts and rides available to several well-known Adventurer destinations, including three ruins, one giant spider’s nest, a Wyrm-infested mine, and oddly enough, Dragon Lake. Inside, the Adventurers Guild Reception had flat out taken the front desk of the entire building, and was in charge of everything from accommodations, points redemption, missions and bounties, promotions and trials. There was another front desk at the railway section that involved railway-specific issues, but more and more the building that was originally the railway depot had become increasingly utilized and occupied by Adventurer needs. Was that a problem? Should Remian do something to ret

“Are... are you sure?” Phoebe asked as the seven representatives left the office. “I’d rather not.” Remian admitted. “But time is short, and we don’t even know how the Undead Infestation will turn out. Taking control of the Wildlands is only the first step. It won’t be enough by itself.” “You want more?” Phoebe gaped. “I want everything. The entire world would be good.” Remian rubbed his head. “But that’s not likely. The Dras Clan members who rule the western continents aren’t cooperative sorts. The best I can do is claim the Midlands and the Wildlands while working with the Dragon Empire. This is especially because in fifty or sixty years, the Dras Clan should arrive to pick up their kids.” “What does that mean?” Phoebe asked. “In the immediate term? The world will suddenly be facing power that couldn’t possibly be challenged, dragons compared to which Zor’khan-dras is merely a child. But they won’t care about this measly little planet at the