"My Lord! Co quickly! Soone's here to see you!"
Rain and the others were taken aback by the sudden call.
"Who is it?" Rain asked the ssenger.
The ssenger was trembling, looking as if he had seen a ghost. "My lord, I think you should co see for yourself."
Rain, Chi, Hana, and Druger hurried outside to investigate the unexpected visitors.
At the gates, the Hobgoblin soldiers were struggling to maintain order as the villagers clamored around the newcors. From a distance, Rain spotted a tall figure with green skin. She looked familiar.
"Isn't that . . ." Rain muttered as he rushed to the entrance, the crowd parting to make way for him.
Standing at the gates, Rain's suspicions were confird. "General Helliana!" he exclaid in surprise.
General Helliana wasn't clad in her usual armor, and Rain breathed a sigh of relief. He had feared that the Orc General might co to wage war. But that would be a bad idea especially since they had just recovered from the last conflict.
"Rain, I'm glad to see you're doing well," Helliana greeted, her sharp gaze fixed on the Hobgoblin soldiers nearby.
The Hobgoblins eyed the Orc General warily, and Rain knew it would take years for the two races to forget their enmity, if they would forget at all.
"Wait . . . what are you doing here?" Rain asked, puzzled. "Shouldn't you be busy with matters back at your clan? And how did you arrive here so fast?"
Ever since they had saved her, Helliana had been their ally. They had even rested at her clan village before heading back ho.
Helliana explained, "As for how I arrived so quickly, we rode the Cockatrice."
Only then did Rain notice the leash in Helliana's hand, connected to a large, ostrich-like creature. Its feathers were brown, and it had big eyes and a sharp beak. Its long, thick legs were armored, and a saddle was strapped to its back.
The creature was massive, towering over the humans, and it appeared to be a formidable mode of transportation in wasteland.
"It's true, I'm overwheld with responsibilities now that my father is gone, and with the death of our clan's protective pillars," Helliana said, her voice heavy with concern. "I wish I wasn't here delivering such dire news, especially after everything we've just endured. But there's an even more urgent crisis unfolding that we can't ignore."
Rain felt a knot of unease form in his stomach at the seriousness in Helliana's expression. "C-crisis?"
Instead of answering, Helliana stepped aside, revealing a figure cloaked in dark robes.
"This is Santi," Helliana introduced.
The figure nad Santi lowered her hood, and whispers rippled through the crowd as her appearance was unveiled.
Rain's eyes widened; it was the first ti he had ever seen an elf with dark skin, white hair, and amber eyes. She was undoubtedly beautiful, but her face remained emotionless, like a porcelain doll.
"A Sand Elf," Druger and the others gasped.
"A Sand Elf?" Rain echoed, still in awe.
Santi nodded slightly. "Greetings, Lord Rain. My na is Santi of the Dust Plains."
"She's very far from ho," Thraigar comnted from the side. Experience tales at mvl
"You as well, Goliath," Santi retorted with a sharp glance.
"If I may, Lord Rain," Helliana interjected, her tone serious. "Can we speak in a more private setting?"
Rain nodded, sensing the urgency in Helliana's voice. He led them to a secluded area where they could discuss matters without prying eyes.
Rain took him to his house at the back of the village.
"Sorry for the ss. We're still in the middle of rebuilding," Rain stated. "Please make yourselves at ho."
Santi settled on the couch while Helliana remained standing, too large to fit into the chairs. Druger and Chi took the vacant seats, and Hana began preparing so snacks.
Rain noticed that #4 was nowhere to be found, as usual. He often loitered around in his house but seed to be absent now. Hana had ntioned that #4 was constantly at Chin's grave, standing vigil with his statue.
Rain sighed and refocused on the matter at hand. "So, what is it that compelled you to travel this far and leave your clan?"
Helliana crossed her arms and took a deep breath. "Don't worry; my clan is in safe hands. The Sand Elves are there, so I'm not too concerned.
"The thing is . . . Santi here has alarming news. As a Lord yourself, I think you'll want to hear what she has to say."
All eyes turned to Santi. Taller than most humans, she nearly reached Helliana's chest, though she was on the thinner side. Rain couldn't help but wonder about the strange markings on her skin — white tattoos that stood out starkly against her dark complexion.
Santi's expression remained unreadable, but her tone was grave. "As you know, the map of the Barren Wasteland might look vast, but it doesn't actually account for even a third of the mainland."
She produced a map and spread it out on the table. "This is the Barren Wasteland. Here is Port Town, and your Silverstone Oasis is right here. Grimfang, where the Hobgoblins dwell, and up north here is where the Dust Plains are located — our ho, and also where the Gnos reside."
Rain studied the map, feeling a growing sense of unease. "Uh . . . what seems to be the problem here?"
"Not here, but here," Santi pointed to the fortified stronghold of the Gnos further north. "The reason we couldn't co to the Orcs' aid wasn't out of neglect or old grudges — it's because we're facing our own dire problems."
Rain glanced briefly at Helliana, who seed to be gauging his reaction before addressing Santi. "Problems?"
"Our elders are held captives inside the Gnos' fortifications, and we're fighting night and day to rescue them. However, the Gnos' defenses are just too much, even for our magic. Their machinery is so advanced and powerful that I'm afraid we couldn't rescue them in ti."
"Wait, wait. Uh . . . are you having a war with the Gnos?"
Santi shook her head and explained further. "No, not with the Gnos, but with a dark entity that the Gnos accidentally awakened when they dug deeper into their mines. Now, this dark entity has taken over their stronghold and obliterated the Gnos.
"So of them escaped and sought refuge into our ho. Of course, given our long-standing friendship with the Gnos as they supplied us with minerals and ores, we agreed to help them.
"However, this dark entity is so powerful that he has taken our elders."
"This dark entity . . . what is he?" Rain asked.
Santi was silent for a mont before she answered gravely. "His na is Gorm the Obliterator. He was sealed underground, and the Gnos accidentally released him. He ca from the underworld, and he's so powerful that he commands his own minions."
"Gorm . . ." Hana muttered.
". . . the Obliterator," Rain finished with a worried face.
Druger then interjected. "Sorry, but . . . if I may, are you here to ask for our help?"
Santi looked over at Helliana first, and the latter said, "I know that this isn't your fight. I don't want to bother you either since we just ca from a war. However . . ."
"However . . . ?" Rain urged.
Santi continued, "We've discovered that Gorm's true intention is to open a gateway to the underworld by sacrificing our elders. Our leaders hold imnse magical power, and if he succeeds, chaos will spill into the Spirit Realm, threatening not just our lands, but yours as well. No place will be safe.
"This isn't about your race or mine anymore. This is about stopping Gorm and preventing the abomination he intends to unleash."
Rain was silent. He had just co from a war and thought everything would be alright now that the Hobgoblin threat had been purged. But now, here was another threat in the form of a demonic entity, and this might an another war. It ant that he had to march his troops into the Dust Plains, which could result in more of his soldiers dying.
"I understand your hesitation," Santi said. "But I believe you don't have a choice in the matter. Everyone in the Barren Wasteland is in danger if we don't stop Gorm."
Silence hung in the air, thick and heavy.
"I understand," Rain finally broke the silence. "But I can't decide this by myself. Can you wait for my decision? I need to inform and discuss this with the others."
Druger nodded, while Hana's dread grew. It ant that Rain and the others might march to battle again if they decided to help. Chi, on the other hand, remained silent, her thoughts unreadable.
"You can stay here for the ti being," Rain said, forcing a smile. "Everything is still in chaos at the mont, so please excuse the dust, debris, and noise."
Santi shook her head. "It's fine. I hope you make a decision soon. Sorry, but every mont counts. We don't know when Gorm will complete his ritual and sacrifice our elders. We have to stop him as soon as possible before he could complete his ritual."
Rain nodded. "Got it."
As Santi and Helliana settled in, Rain gathered his core for a private discussion. The weight of their situation pressed on him, but he knew they needed to act quickly and wisely.
According to Santi, Gorm was currently regaining his strength after centuries of slumber, slowly but surely opening up the underground.
The process was lengthy, but she was certain that with each passing day, Gorm's magic and power grew stronger. This ant he could accelerate the ritual at any mont.
Ti was of the essence.
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