A burly man in a regal robe was seated on a gilded throne within the resplendent chambers of the palace in Imperial City. An elderly eunuch in a red robe and high hat stood before the man. The eunuch was none other than the head steward, Felcro. The one in the regal robe was the emperor."Has the battle on Old Dragon's Peak come to an end, Felcro?" the emperor asked, his voice booming.Felcro bowed with a smile. "Yes, it has, Your Majesty. As you have predicted, Lord Nox slaughtered them all, save for the Magickas and the Warringtons. His father, surprisingly, is in the vicinity, and he has taken the life of Rakshasa Harvester," said Felcro.The emperor roared with laughter as he shot up from his throne. "Good, good. I expected nothing less from the god of war." The emperor asked, "His fight is the herald of a new war. This is now his domain. What do you think the boy will do, Felcro?"Felcro shook his head. "Apologies, Your Majesty, but I know not what he will do."The emperor p
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