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... rently being bathed in the warm sunlight of Zenkon as the fall season starts to roll in. The villages in the immediate area, including the castle town built around the titanic ancient fortress, are all growing steadily as refugees intermingle with the growing families of various western races.

The castle has become the new home of the dragons, ruled over by their three specific Empresses in addition to the Empress Regnant, Hekate, and her beloved Daniel.

Not all of the dragons ho ...

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