Absolute night had covered the land. The sun, the moon, the stars... it was like everything in the sky had disappeared entirely. Against the sudden dark, all that the humans of Sorrel II could do was to turn to their artificial lighting, and huddle in their homes in horror. To them, it was the ultimate terror, that all the world had been swallowed by something so vast, their entire planet had been cut off from normal space... but how could they know that the terror of the sudden darkness was merely a tool in the hands of a child of the Dras Clan, a toy to help him sleep at night better? After all, the Draconian Dominion was a Class 6 star civilization, true members of the interstellar community who looked up to only the Big Three among human civilizations. Sorrel II was a world that had long gained control of in every sense of the term. They proved it now, even though the vast majority of the paltry humans stuck on the planet had no idea what was going on or

There were eight Great Dragons sent to Sorrel II, but only seven of them were Awakened for this little festive occasion. From oldest to youngest, they were; Nil’rak-dras of the Night, Ti’ela-dras of the Tides, Se’lea-dras of the Waves, Zor’khan-dras of Thunder, Mal’thor-dras of Stone, Kor’ag-dras of the Grass (since, in losing a bet, he lost the entitlement of the ‘Trees’), and Khar’al-dras of the Sands. All eight of them went raging about in their true dragon forms. Khar’al-dras showed up at the Ira Caliphate. [Hello.] “AAAIIIEEEE!!” screams exploded all across the capital. It wasn’t enough that sandstorms were tearing all their camps apart; now even this Great Dragon had come and towering creatures made of sand were rampaging through the streets. Like a child playing with toys, Khar’al-dras had some fun with sand-creatures. The cities of Ira fell apart like sand-castles. It all happened very quickly and Khar’al-dras wasn’t quite satisfied, but that

During those few hours, the population of Kara-Goth had gone underground. Literally. Ruth found herself leading a hastily and quite accidentally assembled ‘squad’ of young children into the tunnels. When they were grouped up according to location, she had just happened to be passing by a residential playground when every child in the park suddenly became her squad members. These were children between the ages of six to eight, too young for Adventurer Missions beyond weeding gardens or sweeping yards. The playground was the center of a square residential area of recent-refugees, and just about all of the children at there had both parents working. In short, Ruth had been the only adult in the vicinity and landed up babysitting the little ones. Up ahead, she spotted another crowd of children and two familiar faces. “Sandra! Gammie!” “Mom?” Sandra beamed when she saw her adopted mother. “Great! Kids, go follow my mom! She’ll take care of you!” “W

In front of Kara-Goth, a huge figure emerged in the darkness. White stripes in the vague outline of an absolutely colossal tiger became visible. The Wind Emperor had arrived. “Here they come!” George shouted. “Darian!” “Wind Emperor!” Darian shouted, forming a six-feet Psi-blade. “Back off or else!” To that, the Wind Emperor merely roared and charged. Darian likewise charged straight for the gigantic tiger. A huge claw slammed down; Darian zipped to one side, then fired off the Psi-Blade like a lance of light stabbing out at the feline face. The other forepaw knocked the energy blade aside, and then towering teeth snapped at Darian, who dodged. The snapping teeth caused a shockwave that stirred his hair as he swung around and formed another Psi-Blade thrice his size. Meanwhile the citizens of Kara-Goth hunkered down in the tunnels. The winds were so strong, the lightning so indiscriminate, George outright forbade anyone other than Darian to step out f

“Fuwaah!” Remian suddenly sat up gasping. Screams burst out in all directions. Remian looked around to see himself sitting in a coffin, surrounded by lit torches and people in black clothes. There was George, with a shovel in his hand, gaping at Remian with a pale face. There was Darian, with Damien and Lisa and Sabriane and Eriane, all seated at the front line of the congregation. Sitting yet towering over a wooden pulpit was Kairos, looking ceremonious and solemn as he conducted the funeral only to have it abruptly interrupted by Remian’s resurrection. “What happened... where’s the Wind Emperor?” Remian asked, blinking. Eriane pointed and solemnly declared. “Ghost!!” Sitting in a wheelchair with casts around both legs, Wulfgar turned to Lydia pushing it. “See? I told you the funeral was taking too long. I said it already; at this rate, we’ll never get him in the ground. Now it’s too late.” “Hmm. This seems to be a problem.” Kairos said, look