During the following days the continent ended up in the hands of Killian who started a heavy-handed government to be able to conquer the elves since they were the most important danger.He wanted the dark elf kingdom destroyed forever so that nothing could be worse than that terrible war. He knew that without the dragons the country wouldn't stand any chance of surviving, especially since he hadn't killed all the dragons because if he did then nobody else would have any reason left not to fight back.He ordered all of his soldiers to get rid of the dragons' families and friends, if necessary killing everyone present as long as they couldn't find where those people went. All those innocent people died by having an arrow or knife piercing their hearts when they found out why Killian was coming for them. His men continued killing until it was no longer possible to tell apart friend from family, so they had no choice but to kill everything... The ones that survived tried to escape but man

That poor bastard had absolutely nothing to hold on to anymore! He fell backward off his friends' bodies as easily as if they'd been made from straw. The fall wasn't enough to kill him instantly, though, which meant he was forced to watch as his two comrades toppled off him and crashed together with several loud thuds into the stone floor of the tower yard."Why are you here?" asked Whitefire after she grabbed Grimwulf by his throat and threw him back down next to Leatherwing. She then slammed her fist into the side of Grimwulf's head. A satisfying crack echoed through the air when she did so. "How did this happen? You were supposed to be protecting Favaria!"Grimwulf chuckled at her question, spitting out bloody teeth across the floor beneath them. "It doesn't matter how I got here." He lifted himself up, holding his hands out in front of himself as if he wanted to embrace them both in a hug. When he spoke again, however, there was only anger in his voice now... not even an ounce of

Grimwulf only barely managed to lift his arm up high enough to block all but one rock out of view from his view. He watched helplessly as the lone stone slammed hard into Leatherwing's exposed snout with a loud thud, leaving no mark upon him... except for a small crack right between those eyes which quickly faded into darkness until Leatherwing's whole body disappeared without warning behind another brilliant flash of light. And while the first bolt struck that one stone right beside Grimwulf's head, he didn't see a second stone slam into the back of the dragon corpse where its head should have been and cause even more damage."You must do something," pleaded Whitefire suddenly in her own voice after watching from the top step in horror as both men fell lifelessly to the ground below.But Grimwulf couldn't understand why she spoke to him alone; surely it was his job to save his companion since they'd been partners throughout their long years together? It had been his task to protect L

But she noticed it anyway; not because of how much fear there must've been hidden within the depths of his eyes which gleamed so brightly in the darkness surrounding them after the explosion had gone off somewhere nearby in the distance across the river, but more because Grimbok and the rest of his men had just vanished completely into thin air! And everyone around them in the tower courtyard stared wide-eyed in shock and disbelief as they searched for signs that anyone remained inside the remains of Whitefire's tower who still lived. No one saw anything alive inside the shattered walls filled with piles of broken stones mixed together with splintered wood, crushed bricks, charred timbers, shards of metal, dead leaves and other debris lying all over everywhere. They might've assumed it was all part of some strange game played by children pretending to be soldiers—or maybe even real ones—who liked to throw down weapons while wearing armor in battle for fun before picking up swords agai

"We will defend ourselves against those who wish to destroy us," Whitefire declared."Why?" Grimbok asked. "I don't understand.""Because they can't help themselves!" he answered without hesitation looking back and forth between Grimbok and Grimbok's guide. "The enemy is coming for you! It doesn't care what happens to me or my people." He paused before adding. "But I must warn you! There are many more coming after all. They seek to kill any man, woman or child willing to stand and fight; that includes your wife as well as yourself since it makes no difference to them whether she has the gift of magic or not as long as she isn't carrying an heir growing within her belly waiting to be born if possible if not then there will be others waiting as well to carry on the family name until time finally runs out like sand running through an hour glass..." He hesitated pausing for a moment before continuing speaking in a soft voice filled with sorrow knowing what was about to happen regardless o