Drakkengaard Secured areas around Imperia
Imperias International Whats left of it, at least In the meanwhile
As the shuttle finally received the towers clearance for a quick take-off, Lorenzo Khazardi glanced outside, leaning against the back of the comfy seat trying to finally find a bit of rest. Despite the impressively high level of magic in the country, the whole Drakkengaardi could have hardly considered the expected gain-gain operation they had planned.
The Pit itself was lost. Structures, men, equipments and opportunities alike. The Chantry, together with whatever the Pit was hiding, was buried under countless tons of the hardest basalt ever seen in the world. The goal of taming the demon had miserably failed and the creature itself had had to be annihilated, which had won Khazardi an amused smile coming from that cursed Rachel Penteleimon.
The Guild of Pyromancers was rather annoyed for the loss of so many prominent elements
for what they considered a nothing. Right now, they were basically retiring to their headquarters on the suns surface and a titanic diplomatic effort would have been needed to re-involve them in future operations.
As if this wasnt enough
Drakkengaard was a mess. The surge of magic had simply come with unexpected quickness and even their best Acolytes had failed in trying to discipline it. Something had been captured, sure
but it had been like intercepting a raging river with a couple of buckets. You definitely get some water, but you cannot fail to note youve basically wasted a good 99.99% of it. Moreover, it hadnt just been wasted. It had become an undisciplined fury unleashed against Drakkengaard.
They had hoped for a magic surge
and they had to fight hard for their very lives, the country being ravaged by lightning storms, unforeseeable Urthquakes
and then, the creatures. Come out of the darkest nightmares, their swarming had made Lower Malev coming out as the funfair. For days and days the Uranium Guards had fought block after block trying to secure at least the most important bits of the country
and then, with their Packilvanian allies going back into inactivity once again, they had finally had to do what they surely wouldnt have ever thought to. They had called for EPTOs help. And even more ironically, it had been the Rezielans the first ones answering the call
they, which were probably the most heated sustainers of a policy of Either with the Pax or with EPTO, strongly vouching for Drakkengaard being kicked out of the Organization.
Right now, the situation was getting far calmer
but the damages were evident. Civilian victims, if the term could make sense in a country like that, could be counted in the range of thousands. The army and the air force had basically lost a good quarter of their effectiveness, with the navy being the one force having been spared by the internal conflict. And their beloved Prince, that foolish Apprentice
he was still missing. Which wasnt such a good thing, for the Khazardi-Drakkengaard relations. Which was, in the very end, the ultimate reason for the recent meeting in Imperia.
Meeting
bah. He had been basically put under examination, his planning and his guide being questioned and doubted. His leadership
examined by filthy humans which not so many months before had crawled till his door, requesting
no: begging him to be their teacher. To share his Houses knowledge about magic, to
and now, everything was going to garbage just because of the disappearance of a hot-headed Prince or another. Missing.
Missing.
Everyone seemed to be missing. Black Valentine had vanished from the very face of earth. And then
Kantar. He was having headaches just thinking at him. The dark knight had been such a delusion. For years, Khazardi had hoped the knight would have been the key to a new knowledge
but in the end, he now had to admit the whole thing had been an utter failure. The knight had taken from him far more than vice-versa
and Khazardi hated being the one with the littlest gain, whichever the business.
Above all considering
Kodachi. She had left, too. Looking for the knight, undoubtedly. He should have known. He should have expected. He should have done something to avoid it. Left. She couldnt left. She was
his. His. She was a pawn. A
property. She couldnt left.
But she had.