When a world exiles their spurned. Who will stop their blind quest to return? A Magnate, a Monster, and a Zealot may do the job…

Prologue

It was dusk before it all happened. The dunes were themselves being blanketed by ripples within the air. Monsters of wide varieties were slinking into their abodes to let the nocturnal monsters have their time.

However, if there was anyone not enjoying the sunset, then they will witness the collections of earthly, otherworldly, and ethereal energies. Exponentially opening into a rift, creating a screaming sound no different to hot metal being submerged into exceptionally colder water. The sound continued, catching anybody's attention within earshot.

Soon after 15 minutes. Those who "were" in the earshot had ran away, due to rift started to turn the sky from a soft pink to a dark orange. However. What was happening on the other side was not as pleasant…

-(Akka- General Deanon word for God.)-

'... Well... I should've stayed in bed.', He thought.

Viewing him from another perspective will show him in a patch work of bruises and cuts, his face calloused, and legs struggled to keep him from posterating. His eyes were heavy, and his breathing? Sporadic. He had been fighting for the good part of the day, however, not for a cause he didn't think about fighting for.

"You have served Vander well Tomere Swen! However. This change is a necessary one." A Robed figure stepped from the hoard of guards around them.

"You and The Wardiff Myrlin, shall live forgotten!" He exclaimed. From that incantations from other robed figures began to become a ceremonial chatter.

'Oh right. Myrlin…' Swen glanced downwards towards his unconscious compatriot.

He had worked so hard to elevate him to where he is now, there was blood and Eldrin leaking profusely from his body, staining his arrowbreaker. Then, the bass of Swens voice began to rumble behind clenched teeth.

"A Democracy will last as long as a Communist realm! Participating in a coup against The Wardiff is a burying mistake!" He roared, forcing his body to step forward but the pain was unbearable, keeping him in place; But he refused to give in.

"Oh! And your conquest wasn't for naught, I assure you.", The Robed figure said, ignoring his spittle.

"Tomorrow. Banuk, Yourners, Mormu, Morrow, Ghir, Rusk, Telt, and Inomia will seek solitude within our borders!" The Robed figure enjoyed to say, as the choir began to reach a fever pitch. Swen began to feel the energies being thrown around. And as if on cue.

"I, Swen Cirrus, Halcyon Tomere, commandment of the seven continents, Magnate of the Silent Fulcrum. Will be your Giving Time!" Swen roared, pushing all his Eldrin into him and Meyrin, in an attempt to disrupt the ritual. But strobing lights began to fill his eyesight as his energy began to fade.

-(Wardiff: General Deanon word for King or Queen.)-

She watched the sun set, contemplating idling as she was walking with the caravan. But was knocked out of her daydream buy a slap on her back.

"You can't keep eye raping the sun when you're supposed to be escorting our hubbies!", The woman said.

Inspecting her see that she was a Salamander, wearing her hair in a French braid. She sported a mercenary uniform, and her sword being more of a long cleaver than a sword. Her claws were somewhat larger than most Salamanders, but that is expected, due to her tribe being CQC masters.

" O-oh yeah… I was hoping to find a hubby on this raid."

Solemnly, the Salamanders friend responded.

"Well I did warn you that you weren't going to get lucky on your first raid, despite your name!"

The Salamander half-joked, making her friend blush from embarrassment.

She began to fumble her glaive in hand, having been immediately trembling due to her remark. "Who I am wasn't important to the conversation!", She exclaimed.

She began to walk away from her friend, not wanting to get yelled at by their boss. "Well you could take after your dark-skinned relatives and share?", The Salamander said, but regained her composure, Phaerl began to scan the surroundings.

"Phaerl! I need to speak with you!", A voice boomed from the front of the caravan.

Phaerl signed knowing full well who called for her and began to jog towards the Vanguard. Paying attention to the contents to the caravan, you would see a variety monster enjoying their newfound lovers, moaning loudly and enjoying the rocking of the silver-husked soldier beetles pulling the carts around. These made Phaerl mind wander. She finally entered the leading caravan. Upon entering, Phaerl's nose was immediately hit by scents of spices, fruits, and sweat.

Before her sat her boss, looming over her despite being Phearl standing. "Good you're here, I wanted you to tell the Flanks and Rear Guard that you all get second shift.'', A too tall Amazon said.

They were submerged in near total darkness, but Phaerl knew that she was pleasing her lover as they were speaking.

"Thank you, Boss."

"Why doesn't anyone call me Tishia!?", She mocked, " It's like I'm not working directly under The Lord."

"O-o-o-oh. W-well it's just that I really look up to you." Stammered out of Phaerl.

Tishia is a formidable opponent, and was the one who made Phaerl who she is today.

"We'll set up camp soon, so relay this to your position. We need time to enjoy our… "gifts"."

Phaerls face turned downwards. Trying to hide the blush from the thought of what they would do in bed.

"Y-you can count on me Boss!", Phaerl quietly exclaimed.

-(Tomere: A once hidden sect of elite slave knights, they now act to the prosperity and expansion of Vander.)-

"Your targets is to put down the amazon leader, take out its two lieutenants, and subdue the former Dawn Elf Princess.", A completely covered man gruffed out. He was her contractor giving this job for the Chief God herself.

The nomadic raiders had grown to an unprecedented strength. Gaining more followers faster than they could lose them. As They had been terrorizing humans from The Holy Lands to the Zipangu desert.

"Why don't we just take out the Princess, like everyone else?"

"Can't. Elves know how to reverse corruption if it is early."

"Beside those facts. We can't let the demons know that the order has covert operators."

"The only way they can know is if they are already watching."

He continued, "With this new equipment, you shouldn't be worried about being tainted by their foul mana."

They had recently received new armor by the Consecrated Mages Society. The armor can dispel demonic energy completely but it is limited on how much.

'Well this is going to be my hardest mission yet.' She thought. Not at all anthemic about it all. The Idea is to get in, kill some monsters, capture former princess of the Dawn Elves, and be done with it. But she knows that this is not easy to do, experience taught her that.

"When should I start?" She asked.

"Now is a great time." He replied.

"Good."

As she was shifting away from their vantage point to stand up, she was stopped by him.

"And Leilani."

"Yes?"

"Don't stop for Anything."

That's all folks! … For now…

Yeah if you couldn't tell, I'm new to writing anything on the internet. And I'm also not a big fan of the Monster Girl Encyclopedia World. Only the concept of a predatory species that truly need humans to survive really gets me thinking. Which is why I'm here. If ya got anything for me to improve, flame the hell outta me. But that is it for me, Have a great time!