"There's trouble in the South?" The voice that spoke was both gentle and held traces of concern.
In the entirety of the Roble Kingdom separated by its North and South factions, any citizen from the North would recognize the voice.
The owner belonged to the current Queen of Roble as hailed by the Northern Faction.
Calca Bessarez, a woman whose gentle smile and soft features could be described as angelic. She wore white on a daily basis as if to reflect her purity and compassion for her subjects and was said to be the embodiment of a saint. She was highly sought after amidst many young bachelors of the Kingdom, but as if cursed by some sick joke, she had not once found herself a suitable partner. Instead, rumours were beginning to spread about an illicit relationship she had going with the Custodio sisters that irked her to no end. Her strict requirements for a husband only made the rumours worse when she turned down several dozen marriage prospects at a time.
Her hands subtly balled into fists in her vexation, but nothing could stop the recurring migraine of her love-life.
Still, for the time being, it wasn't something she would dwell on.
Presently, she was in a fitted dress resembling mage robes while staring absently outside a single-paneled window of her current abode: a tiny villa constructed amidst a dense forest to escape the attention of the fervent masses.
Alongside Calca were her two most trusted allies.
Remedios Custodio and Kelart Custodio, the two individuals regarded as Calca's 'Twin Wings.'
It was through both Remedios and Kelart's efforts that Calca was able to secure her position as Queen despite opposition from the other prominent Nobles of Roble. Many of the Nobles were in favour of Caspond, Calca's older brother, inheriting the throne. However, Caspond himself declined while Calca's father directly appointed Calca as heir, leaving the Nobles with no choice but to accede which subsequently divided the Kingdom.
Those in the North supported Calca's rule, while those in the South remained skeptical and secretly refused to acknowledge Calca's position.
Messy politics created the current mess, and Calca was still far from solving it.
"Well?" Calca pressed for an answer when neither Remedios and Kelart responded right away to her previous question. She turned around to stare at her two friends and loyal advisers.
Remedios had a blank expression on her face while her bob-cut hairstyle made it seem as if she was frowning. She was known as the highest-level Paladin of Roble and the strongest Paladin of the Kingdom. She wore a standard set of holy armour and was standing with her arms crossed in disinterest. It was to the point that it was clear that she didn't care about the current topic at all and it was only made more obvious when she turned her head to the side.
Calca didn't expect Remedios to contribute much to the conversation anyway as Remedios dedicated herself more towards the Martial Path unlike Kelart.
"The thing is your majesty," Kelart began slowly with a frown. She brushed back a strand of her long hair which fell past her shoulders and down to her waist. "The situation in the south remains uncertain."
Kelart was known as a High-Priestess in Roble and was actually the most fearsome woman in the Northern Holy Kingdom. As the High-Priestess of the churches and leader of the priesthood, not only was she talented, but she held a great deal of influence. All she was waiting for was an opportunity to deal with the last dredges of opposing Nobles that looked down on her and dared question Calca's rule.
As Kelart finished speaking, Calca finally shifted her attention away from staring out the window and grew solemn as she regarded Kelart.
"What do you mean?" Calca asked doubtfully. "Didn't we plant our own spies to set up an intelligence network in the South?"
Despite being amicable on the surface, Calca knew better than anyone how the Southern aristocracy viewed her. One mistake was all it would take for all of them to vehemently denounce her. Therefore, it was best to know their movements and plans beforehand.
"As you should know lady Calca, it hasn't been that long since we've decided to create an information network in the South. As such, it's been difficult to plant our spies too deep into the southern territory with how cautious those old bastards are," Kelart explained. The frown on her face grew more pronounced the longer she spoke. "Most of our spies were placed in the Berferd dutchy whose borders fall within the line between North and South Roble to garner less attention."
Kelart stared at Calca directly as tension suffused the air. "We've lost contact with every single one of them."
Silence.
Calca gradually pursed her lips before she fell into contemplation. Had her actions been found out so quickly? Were the Southern Nobles so capable? No, no, more than anything else, what exactly was the South planning?
Calca began to pace back and forth, Kelart watching in silence to await Calca's orders while Remedios was getting impatient.
"A suggestion, lady Calca," Remedios spoke up for the first time in the three's hidden meeting.
Calca rose a brow, but it didn't take her long to guess what advise Remedios was planning on giving her. "If you're going to say to just use force, then forget about it."
Remedios stiffened as she stood awkwardly, her mouth open but no words coming out. She coughed into her hand in embarrassment and acted as if she didn't speak at all.
Calca smiled wryly at Remedios. It was true that it was possible to force submission on the Southern Nobles, but at what cost? Southern Roble was roughly equal in military might to Northern Roble. The amount of bloodshed produced in a civil war was something Calca adamantly wished to avoid as the Demi-Humans were already hard enough to deal with.
"If only Roble could have stayed united," Calca lamented.
Kelart's expression softened as she was quick to console.
"You can't win over the south like this my Queen," Kelart spoke bluntly. "You need to take a hard-line stance with your duty as a Queen to win over the trust of the Southern Kingdom or Roble will always be divided. And that's why we need to know what's going on down there."
Calca nodded. "Indeed. It's too weird too suddenly lose all contact with the spies in the Berfered Dutchy. Something must be going on in the South."
"And what would you have us do? I admit I'm not exactly very useful with planning so I'll trust you to just point me along," Remedios said with slight mirth.
Kelart scoffed in jest.
"Stop acting like a fool elder sister. We just need to know what's happening in the South and sending you would be a mistake as your face it too recognizable. Anyone in the south will instantly associate you with Calca which could make them even more guarded."
Kelart placed a hand on Remedios's shoulder and heavily dissuaded her sister.
Meanwhile, Calca was thinking with a finger tapping her chin before coming to a suitable answer.
"Send Pavel Baraja of the Nine Colours to investigate. As a skilled Archer, he's also quite proficient in the Ranger class, making him able to double as an efficient scout."
Calca's suggestion was met with approval. The Nine Colours denoted the strongest individuals of Roble. Even if Pavel caught himself in a bind, it was more likely for the man to escape with his life and report.
"An excellent suggestion," Kelart complimented. "I'll have Remedios call for him right away.
Calca's only response was to acknowledge Kelart's words as Remedios left the room. Despite sending Pavel Baraja, Calca couldn't help but feel anxious.
Something wasn't right with the South, and something told her that today's current events wouldn't be the last of her concerns.
Just what in the world was going on in the South? Calca lamented wearily.
Elsewhere, Shirou felt for the first time that he had underestimated Arturia's sense of righteousness. More accurately, maybe it was his fault for making her that way.
She was currently glaring at a multitude of Knights that surrounded her, but Shirou wasn't the least bit concerned.
Arturia was the Raid-Boss of Camelot in YGGDRASIL. Her current adversaries weren't even enough to pierce through her armour without a magic nullification skill.
Faced with Arturia's glare, many of the Knights lowered their heads in disgrace.
"I, I, no we…" One of the Knights roused the courage to speak but quickly faltered in his attempt.
"Do you all not even have any words to explain yourselves!?" Arturia rebuked harshly. "Knights uphold justice and protect the weak. All of you as Knights should understand the principle of not attacking the innocent."
"In the name of orders?"
"In the name of authority?"
"What is it that divides a Knight from a common bandit? It's one's sense of self and personal belief. It's chivalry!"
Arturia's lips thinned as she lectured. It was almost like her words were physical blows that relentlessly hammered down on the Knights until all were so heavily stifled that they didn't dare release a sound. Many of the Knights felt that their actions were wrong and were inwardly guilty for their current responsibilities. The only redeeming quality they had was that they weren't part of the unit of Knights that first raided the lightly guarded towns.
"If you still believe it's right to raise your weapons against the children and the elderly, then throw those useless swords and spears away this instant. You are not Knights in my eyes." Arturia crossed her arms and fell silent.
Tension filled the air along with a sense of wonderment.
Every Knight present to hear Arturia's words felt as if something had changed about them. It wasn't just their mentality, but their stats as well.
Knights in the New World were separated by levels, and many of the lower leveled Knights realized that over the course of Arturia's lecturing, their levels had steadily been increasing. Hell, a level one Knight had directly jumped to level two.
It was astonishing not only to Kieth, the Captain of the Knights that had forcibly pushed himself to the front, but to all the Knights present.
The knowledge Arturia was imparting as the King of Knights was received as a form of experience to all that listened. It was similar to experience books in YGGDRASIL, a loot item which granted bonus XP to a player.
In the New World, YGGDRASIL's mechanics seemed no different, the acquisition of new knowledge increasing one's experience bars.
Kieth and the other Knights were rendered dumbfounded, unable to understand what had happened but they all knew that they had benefitted from Arturia's actions.
They swallowed hard, none daring to block Arturia's path as she began walking.
It was like the sea was parting much to the bewilderment of the children and elderly rescued. Shirou for his part didn't comment but he was staring fondly at Arturia.
As Shirou and the others moved unimpeded, one man couldn't simply stand around and do nothing.
"J-Just wait one moment!" Kieth called out blankly. He was the Captain in charge of the Knights present and he knew it would be impossible to explain himself to his superiors if he just did nothing as Shirou and Arturia left.
Shirou paused in his steps and turned around to address the Knight Captain.
"You would choose to stop us?" He asked to clarify.
Kieth shuddered as he felt Arturia's piercing gaze level on him. He could still vividly recall Arturia's lecture and knew that she wasn't to be trifled with. What level of a Knight did she have to be to increase the Knight proficiency of others with just her words alone? Kieth was inwardly terrified to find out, but he gritted his teeth and boldly conveyed his plight.
"I understand from your words that a Knight must have integrity to know what's right and what's wrong, but as a man caring for a family, I must stop you here." Kieth shakily unsheathed his sword which wobbled unsteadily in his hands. "My family lives in the territory of the Hubert dutchy and if I abandon my duties the Duke will punish my family."
Kieth's voice caused a stir of realization amongst the Knights, many solemnly drawing forth their swords before Kieth reprimanded them.
"No, you idiots! Put your swords away and let me finish!" Kieth hollered unexpectedly.
Shirou blinked in confusion as Kieth clicked his tongue.
Kieth had years of experience on the battlefield and it wasn't difficult for him to notice Shirou and Arturia's lack of weariness. It was if they weren't concerned at all for their lives which meant only two things for a veteran like Kieth. Either they were fools, or they were exceedingly strong. Kieth was leaning towards the latter option due to Arturia's previous display.
Kieth bowed his head in request to Arturia. "Take us as war prisoners!" he earnestly requested.
Not only would becoming war prisoners allow Kieth and the Knights to avoid conflict with Shirou and Arturia, but it would also eliminate any suspicions of betrayal Duke Hubert may have. In doing so, Kieth's family could remain safe in the Hubert dutchy while Kieth even had the hope of listening to Arturia lecture more in the future.
Kieth's thoughts were soon mirrored by the other Knights who promptly followed Kieth's actions. It only helped that many Knights were both swayed by Arturia and revolted the orders of the Nobility to kill the peasants tilling the fields.
"This," Arturia's lips curved down into a frown before staring at Shirou for a decision. She didn't want to needlessly add to Shirou's burdens.
Fortunately, Shirou was quick to approve of a peaceful solution and nodded.
"Very well," Arturia said with a nod.
Kieth and the other Knights looked to each other before releasing a sigh of relief.
With the pressing matters settled, Shirou and Arturia quickly began leading everyone back to the mountainside.
The Knights, contrary to acting like war prisoners, surrounded the children and elderly to protect them at the center. Arturia smiled lightly as a result which caused many of the younger Knights to realize her beauty and fall into a daze.
Keith scoffed at the younger Knights in his unit, but couldn't help but admit that if he was younger, he probably would have had acted the same. Unfortunately, he was already a married and committed man. Putting aside all the attention Arturia was receiving, Kieth was more curious about Shirou's identity.
Kieth didn't miss the way Arturia had looked to Shirou before approving the request of taking on war prisoners. This one action showed the dynamic between the two and Kieth couldn't help but grow curious about Shirou's identity.
Looking at both Shirou and Arturia, Kieth was quick to assume that they were Nobles, especially Arturia. Her bearing were too regal and refined to be anywhere close to the disposition of a commoner.
Kieth looked to the ground to hide his rising pensiveness. As a veteran Knight, he had served by Duke Hubert's side for years and had seen the various southern Nobles of importance. Naturally, Kieth had never seen Shirou and Arturia before and couldn't help but think of the only place they may have come from.
Northern Roble.
Were they affiliated with Calca Bessarez?
Keith suddenly felt a pit form in his stomach as the possibility surfaced in his mind. As the Queen of Roble, the Southern Nobles knew that one of Calca's goals was to re-unite the Kingdom.
If Shirou and Arturia were affiliated with the Queen, what sort of intentions did the Queen have? Kieth only had one answer. Other that causing war and strife, there was no way the Southern Nobles would submit to Calca's rule, and therefore Keith shuddered.
In fact, what if the attack on the Berferd Dutchy was instigated by the North to cause unrest in the South to weaken their forces?
Kieth didn't want to think about the possibility any longer and hoped his conjecture was wrong. Otherwise, civil war would eventually come.
Keith grew unnaturally silent as Shirou and Arturia progressed with the group, but no one seemed to care or notice.
Many of the Knights were gathering to walk alongside Arturia and requesting her to impart her knowledge on chivalry which she happily began doing.
Meanwhile, Shirou acted as the main scout of the group by moving ahead and choosing a path for the group to follow. The terrain had long since shifted away from flat plains and was gradually transitioning back into a forest. The grass underfoot was becoming sparser and more patches of brown dirt and gravel were showing.
With the speed the group was going at, Shirou speculated that they would arrive at the destination in three hours at best.
Surveying around him, Shirou's eyes stilled as he spotted a large gathering of Knights, Cavalry, and civilians approaching fast in his direction.
"Incoming!" He called out a warning to Arturia and the others who immediately took up defensive formations. The option of running was currently impossible with the slow pacing of the children and elderly that Shirou and Arturia were escorting.
Kieth ordered his Knights to protect the civilians in the middle as Arturia stood out in the front alongside Shirou.
It didn't take long for the other group to arrive and surround them. The hostility in the air was overbearing and became palpable when the enemy soldiers noticed the armours Kieth and the others were wearing.
"Villainous bastards! To think you'd appear here too," a cavalryman seethed, readying his lance. From the symbol on the Cavalryman's chest, the situation became clear to Kieth.
"The Berferd Family's armed squadron," Keith muttered in astonishment. "But they never leave the premises of the Berferd family mansion."
It was just as Kieth said. The Berferd Family's armed squadron were akin to personal guards of the Berferd family and would never leave the main family mansion unless on the orders of the Duke.
The fact that the squadron was present meant only one thing.
Shirou's gaze focused on a robust-looking man with fierce eyes and tanned skin. He wore long blue aristocratic robes over his steel armour and was glaring at Kieth and the Knights belonging to Duke Hubert.
The man was Duke Berferd. The Duke's whose dutchy was in the midst of an attack.
"Wait! STOP STOP!" An urgent voice rang out moments before Duke Berferd was about to command an attack.
As soon as the voice resounded, Duke Berferd couldn't help but frown as it continued.
"Lower your arms, don't fight!"
A familiar individual immediately ran to the center of attention, his movements frantic. As a result, Duke Berferd reluctantly called back his forces.
Panting for breath, a young man stood apologetically in front of Shirou and Arturia.
"Vincent Berferd?" Arturia spoke out the name.
Vincent seemed haggard. Ever since Shirou had parted ways with the man, Vincent had been able to return to the Berferd Dutchy only to find it under siege. He immediately contacted his father and began a defensive battle, but with enemies approaching on all sides, Duke Berferd had no choice but to abandon the main-house and seek shelter elsewhere. This was when Vincent came up with an idea.
"Sorry, this has to be some sort of misunderstanding," Vincent panted for breath before eying Keith and the others suspiciously. "And they are?"
"Prisoners of war," Kieth admitted quickly before either Shirou or Arturia could speak.
Kieth's response seemed only natural to Vincent who'd seen Arturia's capabilities first-hand, but to Duke Berferd and the rest, they were incredulous. Kieth and the other Knights numbered in the hundreds while Shirou and Arturia only had children and elderly on their side.
To Duke Berferd, it was more likely that Shirou and Arturia were the prisoners of war, prompting the man to shake his head in doubt. However, the testimonies of Keith and the rest were undeniable proof of the current situation.
"Vincent, we have no time for this," Duke Berferd admonished, riding his horse forward. "Where exactly was this safe place you were trying to take us to?"
Duke Berferd's reminder caused Vincent's face to redden awkwardly.
"Uhm, yeah, well," Vincent scratched his cheek before glancing at Shirou and Arturia.
The meaning of Vincent's action was evident enough.
Shirou smiled wryly. It was highly likely that Vincent had brought his family to seek aid from him and Arturia after witnessing the strength they possessed.
Vincent knew he was overstepping his bounds as he owed Arturia a life's debt, but he felt that he had no other choice. If Arturia was who Vincent thought she was, then she was the only hope in his eyes.
"Please," Vincent bowed his head. "Even if you decide not to take us in, may you at least take the civilian we rescued on our way? They were innocent in all this and they shouldn't needlessly suffer any longer."
Vincent's request created murmurs throughout the Berferd Knights and Cavalry.
"Vincent, what exactly are you saying?" Duke Berferd asked in doubt.
Vincent ignored his father and continued bowing his head to convey the depth of his earnesty.
Shirou looked at the way that Arturia was subtly nodding at him and made his decision. He was never one to avoid helping others anyway. He gave Arturia his consent and let her speak due to her higher level of Charisma.
"Please follow us. We will house your forces," Arturia said kindly.
Duke Berferd and many of his men were still skeptical, but seeing how brightly Vincent was beaming, they chose not to voice their opinions immediately. However, Duke Berferd was still tense as he looked uneasily in the direction his group had come from.
"We have to move. Those Bastards are still in pursuit," Duke Berferd called out.
Vincent sobered at his father's reminder. Ever since escaping the Berferd Dutchy, he and his father had been relentlessly pursued. Fortunately, Vincent was familiar with the terrain and had been able to widen the gap between his family's pursuers.
It was then that everyone realised the problem.
The children and elderly stared regretfully at themselves. Most of the civilians Duke Berferd had saved were young men and women able to move at a considerable pace. A pace that the children and elderly would not be able to follow.
Duke Berferd frowned. His personality and beliefs wouldn't allow him to leave behind the children and elderly. He recognized that all of them were his faithful subjects that toiled his fields and provided enough food for the dutchy in the winters. He would never abandon them as their lord.
"We stand here and fight," Duke Berferd declared decisively. "The children and elderly leave first while my men and I will buy you time to flee."
"D-Duke Berferd," the elderly and children were visibly moved. None of them expected a Noble to care about the lives of commoners yet Duke Berferd decided to stay behind.
Duke Berferd's selflessness was what cemented the loyalty of his followers. At Duke Berferd's orders, the Knights and Cavalry around began to prepare for battle.
Seeing the situation playing out in front of him, Shirou could no longer sit still. As he had agreed to take in Duke Berferd and the others, he was going to protect them. He contemplated just sending either himself or Arturia to obstruct the enemy pursuit, but Arturia was necessary in order to fully utilize the capabilities of Camelot while he himself wanted to prepare some defences. It would be inconvenient for him or Arturia to act personally, so therefore, he'd just have to call for some help.
Nodding his head, Shirou swiftly disappeared from sight and reappeared a short distance away behind a dense patch of trees. Arturia had come with him after notifying Vincent of their short absence to not rouse any suspicions. Making sure that he and Arturia were alone, Shirou stretched out his hand in front of him and invoked a skill.
"Greater Summon."
It was a skill that he possessed as the creator of numerous NPCs in YGGDRASIL. Keeping track of them all as they roamed across the realms of the World Tree was impossible therefore his Greater Summon skill allowed him to call to summon them directly before him. There was a condition to his summons however. The summoned individual would have to be willing for the summon to work. As most NPCs he created would not deny his summons, the skill's success rate was fairly high.
A magic circle soon formed beneath him. It was formed from intersecting circles and trigrams glowing with a fiery magical light. From the magic circle, a man steadily emerged wearing a form-fitting blue jumpsuit with metal shoulder pads.
There was a feral expression on the man's face and his blood-red eyes gave the impression of a predator on the prowl.
The man was Ireland's Child of Light.
The Shield of Ulster.
Cu Chulainn and a near immortal area boss in YGGDRASIL's Land of Shadows.
Knowing Cu's personality, Shirou got right to the point.
"There's an enemy army chasing," he said. "Stall them."
Cu stretched his arms, resting the red spear in his hands over his shoulder while frowning.
"Stall? Not kill?" Cu asked to clarify.
"Deal with only those that are necessary," Shirou answered promptly.
Most soldiers in an army didn't share the goals of their commanding leaders. To common soldiers, all that mattered was earning their wages and returning home to feed their families. It wasn't their fault entirely that they were made to battle. Besides, Shirou was averse to needless slaughter. Defeating the generals and leaders would be enough to cause unrest.
Cu sighed as he scratched the back of his head before he grinned.
"Sounds interesting," Cu said before growing exasperated. "It's at least more interesting than the task my teacher gave me."
Shirou rose a brow but chose not to ask. However, Cu had some questions himself as he couldn't possibly ignore the assignment given to him by his mentor. If he did so, it was quite likely that he'd re-live his darker moments of the past while training in the Land of Shadows.
"Say, Master," Cu began awkwardly. "You wouldn't happen to know where a 'pompous white-haired philandering pansy of a wizard' would be would you? Better yet, could I ask you to summon him in front of me as a reward for this task later?"
Cu's teacher said that he couldn't return until he'd located the Wizard and marked him with one of his teacher's tracking runes. Cu couldn't help but shake his head. Although Cu could respect what the Wizard had done, he shuddered just remembering the expression on his teacher's face.
The poor bastard.
Cu couldn't help but pity the fool of a Wizard. Unfortunately, if Cu had to choose between the Wizard and himself for his teacher's punishment, he'd choose the Wizard in a heartbeat.
An unnatural expression made its way onto Arturia's face as she heard Cu's question, the tips of her cheeks tinging red as she turned her head to the side in embarrassment. Already she could imagine who exactly Cu's target was, and it shamed her to know that she had once called such a man her mentor.
Noticing the change in Arturia's demeanor, Shirou hesitated before agreeing to Cu's request. It was only after Arturia composed herself and nodded her head coldly in agreement that he approved of Cu's reward.
Elsewhere, Merlin felt a shudder travel down his back as if he'd been betrayed.
"Thanks," Cu seemed visibly relieved before his countenance grew serious. "I'll be back."
Tyra Bremming was the woman in charge of leading the pursuit against Duke Berferd, and for one reason or another, she felt an ominous premonition in the air.
The army she was leading was currently trudging along through a vast expanse of fields following the path Duke Berferd had taken.
Tyra found it strange. Judging from the direction Duke Berferd was fleeing, there would be nothing but a desolate mountain awaiting him. There was no way his group could survive too long in the wilderness either.
The entire pursuit was suicide, so why was Duke Berferd still so determined?
As Tyra pondered to herself, a droplet of rain landed on her nose.
She scrunched her face up in annoyance and stared up at the grey clouds above, praying that the rain would hold off until the end of her chase as mud would complicate things.
Wind began to pick up, generating a cold front that battered against Tyra's armour.
She shivered as her lips pursed.
More than ever she felt that something was wrong.
Her army continued marching regardless. The numerous captains and sub-captains that made up every individual Knight corps ordered their troops onward. Duke Berferd hadn't been able to run too far ahead and it wouldn't be long before Tyra and the rest eventually caught up.
In a flash of lightning above, Tyra could have sworn she saw someone ahead. A man with blue hair tied back into a ponytail.
She blinked, and the image was gone, but the memory of a pair of deep crimson eyes remained ingrained in her mind.
Goosebumps travelled down her skin, the back of her neck tingling.
Footsteps.
She darted her gaze back and forth around the open plains but still found nothing.
The tall reeds began to sway.
It was the song of the open plains.
The legend Ulster and a hound over the red fields.
Tyra's breathing quickened, a feeling of danger nearly overwhelming her.
Nervously, she drew forth the wand on her waist and began casting.
"Lesser Detection."
She activated a sensory skill much to the bewilderment of those around her. An invisible wave of magic shot outwards with her at the center. Each person it passed through would be indicated by a red or blue outline, blue for ally, and red for enemy.
As her field of vision filled up with blue light, a trace of red entered her peripherals, a vague outline seemingly smirking at her before fading in an instant.
Tyra stiffened. Had she just imagined it?
She cast Lesser Detection again, but this time, there wasn't a trace of red almost as if the world was playing tricks on her.
Inhaling sharply, she did her best to regain her composure, yet it was then that she heard it distinctly.
Footsteps.
Closer.
It was almost as if she was a tiny animal being hunted by a predator with how vulnerable she felt.
Beads of sweat were forming on her brows and her fellow Captains were beginning to look at her oddly.
She didn't care.
At the center of her vision, she finally saw it as her complexion paled.
A man holding a red spear standing at the front of the army accompanied by the howl of the wind and the acrid scent of iron.
'Cu the Immortal,' as dubbed in YGGDRASIL's forums.
A hound leering at its prey.
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