"You'd better hope this works Regent Nivara or we Soundboom's won't stand for it any longer!"

Nivara smiled gratefully, before breathing a sigh of relief, the russet brown Soundboom finally leaving her desk to man her own station. 

The Willowridge's representative certainly knew how to hold her own in a battle of logic. With a lot of negotiating, Nivara had managed to convince half of the six injured dragons to agree to challenge the next Earth Traited. For now she would use the other volunteer dragons for the Trait matchups and the rest of the Soundbooms would begrudging continue to collect the scores. Despite the mishaps, they at least took the situation seriously. It was a shame the crowd of Traited didn't feel the same way.

They only cared about whether things were safe for them, not about the welfare of less than standard dragons. She may as well have been talking to a Soundboom dragon because no one had taken her speech to heart. All they cared about was themselves and their nobility. After all the effort she had put in to make the illusion as grand as possible and there was nothing to show for it.

The unfortunate downside of using the illusion to increase the explosion was that according to the dragons, Prime had almost ended the lives of six Soundbooms the Mist Maiden had promised to protect. Now the dragons were protesting despite her insistence that they had been completely safe thanks to her mist but they didn't believe her. The one difficulty of having Silvertongue in your system was that even if you told the truth, there was no guarantee they would believe you.

Soundboom dragons were stubborn. Even more so than Ethros himself and only listened when they wanted to whether it was the truth or not. They were considered the ruffians of the dragon world and one of the hardest races to agree to a contract. Oathed or Agar aside, they had a nasty habit of not knowing how to control their voices along with their two jaws, one for speaking and one for...well, booming. 

More often than not, they scared their own prey away and even deafened those they had begrudgingly agreed to partner with. But still, they had managed to find solace underneath the Undercity alongside a select group of Tinker Moles within their underground home who had developed inventions to lessen the impact of an accidental deafening. Nivara appreciated their achievement greatly and provided one for everyone present but decided to use her own mist earplugs just in case. 

Bright pink wasn't really her colour.

Nivara leaned back in her chair, a wave of exhaustion flooding over her as she fought against the urge to rest her head against the table. She was drenched in sweat but attempted to hide it with her Everchange cloak. She could barely register what needed to be done as the chilling frost continued to threaten to resurface, her hands numb with cold. She couldn't keep this up for much longer. She needed a break. No. Not until she figured this out and a few more contestants had gone.

Slipping another vial of Silvertongue out of her pocket, Nivara used her Trait to turn it to mist and spike her newly refilled drink before taking a gulp. She barely heard the boy call out his and his Agars name but she quickly dragged the second form forward and scanned through the contents. Air Traited. Oh. Oh no. She couldn't have asked for a worse attribute against her mist. Nivara hoped that despite the previous round, the dragons would do their job diligently.

Nivara stared down at the form, its contents sprawled out haphazardly as they gave brief answers for more important details and long winded analogies for something as short as an age or surname. It baffled her but she did her best to pick out the facts from the unnecessary bits of added extras.

The next contestant was an Air Traited named Swift originally from the outskirts of Nocturus but now lived in Pelt with no family other than his Agar, Cloud. She was a small, silvery female akin to a fairy or sprite but Nivara could barely tell as Cloud hid within the dark clothing of her Agar, too frightened to do anything but let off sparks of silvery light.

Nivara felt a twinge of sadness before it changed to shock, suddenly recognising the surname Swift had written down. It was as if he had done it on purpose, an eligible scrawl deliberately done in a different coloured ink as if wanting to try and catch someone's eye and dare to question his choice of partner.

Not only was Cloud a sylph but she seemed to be a very prominent one.

She had willingly shared the name of her family with him as an honorary representative of the Elfids, one of the four royal leaders who kept the peace wherever the sylphs roamed in Para Dormus. Similar to the Throneholder position, the Elfids held great power in their generational leadership but instead of fighting with other clans in a nobility system, they had created the Collective.

Sylphs, Nymphs, Pyriths and Dryads all held equal positions within their clusters of sky, sea, flame and earth while meeting up once a year in the Ironthorn forest as the Council of the Four Sectors. They were highly elusive and all possessed great levels of power known as Folkas. Like Crafts, Blood Arts or Enchantments, Folkas were derived from Trait but weren't accepted by Traited as the true source of the Laia. In return, The Collective spat on their ideals, deciding to combat such thinking by refusing to summon their grimoires, seeing it as an act of negligence in protecting what was given to them by their deity and instead used their voices as weapons.

The Minor Folkas of fire, lightning, shadow and water belonged to the Pyrids and Nymphs. They sang Lilts of Strength, Honour and Courage not unlike a mantra but it could only be heard by their fellow members. It was the same for the Sylphs and Dryads who held the power over Major Folkas of air, light, earth and spirit; treating necromancy as a spiritual act instead of a drastic abomination. They did not accept it entirely but they were lenient and cautious to not anger the powers at be, naming it as an entirely new element to keep it fair among their people.

Nivara had only heard brief snippets from her time with Opalian born Nocturus researcher, his awful relations with the Collective causing his research to become quite biased and spotty in places. From what she understood, the Battle Folk of Sylph were prominent in either healing, light and wind Folkas to protect their homeland. Cloud was no different, being a royal of Elfid she was able to perform Lilts of all three Major Folkas; Health, Spirit and Gale but despite her prominence and her power, it would do nothing for them here. 

The Traited only relied on the power they held not the whims of an inconsequential creature such as a teeny sylph mage. Apparently, a contract was just a curse to unite them together or tear them apart. But that was still the ideals many Traited stood by. Nivara considered herself a bit more of a forward thinker than the Nocturus researcher but then again, Moralez had never seen eye to eye with anyone but himself.

Nivara could almost hear the mutterings of disapproval as unease swept around the room, Swift managed to draw all attention towards him with his bold choice of attire. He wore all black, a stark reminder of who their enemy once was now dead at their feet. Wearing black in a room dedicated to those of the white clad Excelliars was gutsy. No one wanted to be reminded of the Night Force but here he was brandishing their colours like a flag of rebellion. Had Ethros decided to attend he would have blasted him where he stood, consequences be damned.

Nivara's mouth twitched at the sign of outrage, glad the spotlight was off her for once. Ever since Prime's trial concluded, no other contestant seemed to want to go up against the might of the Terratwist. It seemed that Swift intended to take that challenge head on.

Nivara felt her eyes droop, startled as she stifled a yawn, taking another drink as the sharpness of Silvertongue kept her awake a bit longer. Her eyes drifted up to Domino before forcing her gaze towards Scout's still absent seat, only just catching herself as she remembered the last time she let her eyes drift towards them. Worry nawed at her insides as Nivara fought the urge to leave right away and go look for him but the earlier grief stricken look on little Ripple's face kept Nivara firmly planted in her seat.

The annoyance of not being able to look for her apprentice or gauging her success against Domino by reading her reactions really grated on her patience. She could read people like a book but with Domino's plan to stop her from anticipating their movements with an Influencer Tarragon, she could do nothing but watch each contestant and wait for them to strike.

Nivara decided the only thing she could do was to focus her attention on the Terratwist. She allowed a small stream of mist to filter along the edge of the arena as a small tester. Bit by bit the mist doubled in size and strength, matching the feel of the cool forest breeze. Nivara could almost feel the shade of the Ironthorn trees around Nocturus before it flickered out of existence. 

She took a shaky breath as the image needed to conjure helped calm her mind, her Trait searing a path across her skin to try and unnerve her. The mist she needed was stored above the arena and would be directed down like snowfall before revealing a shimmering landscape.

 It was difficult to handle such a complex contraption on her own but she made it work. Nivara had invented the Terratwist based on her own experiences of scalding heat and impenetrable cold and had fashioned them around the more fantastical disasters she had read about in numerous books. From volcanoes erupting to mass earthquakes, all of it was achievable based on the dragons she had researched and the disasters she had lived through. All of it depended on how realistic her imagination was and how much focus she had on her mist.

Concentration was hard to come by when your mind was filled with doubt and deception, betrayal and worry. The lack of sleep paired with the constant plaguing of her own mind didn't do well for a sporadic Trait threatening to resurface as something entirely uncontrollable. Natural disasters would be the least of her worries if Ethros ever found out who or what she was.

"Candidate Cloud Elfid speaking on behalf of my Agar, Swift Elfid. Please excuse my rudeness but I assure you it is necessary."

Nivara almost fell out of her seat. An Agar speaking for a Traited? Unheard of! Not since…

She tore away from her sombre thoughts and dove through the application form they had sent in. Nothing. Nothing about selective mutism or scarring of the vocal chords. It could have been a stylistic choice in an attempt to stand out but Nivara couldn't help the niggling feeling in her mind that it wasn't the case. 

Either way, the sour mood of the crowd did nothing to help their questionable background but Nivara could feel hundreds of eyes burning into her skull. They were looking to her for guidance. Cloud's confidence began to waver, her hovering becoming more rapid as she struggled to stay aloft without confirmation to continue. Nivara looked up at the pair and gave a clear, distinct nod that couldn't be misinterpreted no matter how hard the nobles tried.

"He is an Air Traited contracted to a Battle Folk sylph. We both represent the Collective of Nocturus. We are prepared for the challenge of the Terratwist." Cloud said, finishing in a rush as the crowds cheered for the next contestant.

Nivara's full attention was now on the odd pair of Swift and Cloud as she began to announce themselves to the seemingly displeased audience. Nivara took another swig of Silvertongue before resummoning and opening her grimoire in quick succession to prepare for the next round. Hopefully it wouldn't drag on as much as the first one.

A lot of the Terratwists internal surroundings depended on the Traited and their degree of perception. Since the Mist Maidens were the only ones who knew how their illusions worked it was very unlikely that any dragon or Traited could see through it. But sylphs were another matter entirely. She didn't know what they were capable of so just in case she had asked the dragons to do what they could to create a terrain as a suitable base for the illusions just in case.

"Begin!"

 Nivara bit her lip, giving herself barely had the time to conjure all of her mist screens until the Rockerfella and Sea Screamer dragons flew into position a little earlier than expected. Swift wasted no time as he charged into the arena with Cloud trailing behind only to be surrounded by towering trees. The two stopped in their tracks, their mouths agape with the sight of their homeland.

He was utterly mesmerized by the height of Ironwood trees, reaching up as if to touch the long, gnarled branches that could only be cut by a Hacksaw dragon. Nivara quietly pleaded to the young dark haired boy not to use the same trick Prime had done. It seemed he was too distracted by the memory illusion to worry about the current trial ahead. It was called the Terratwist for a reason.

With a quick jerk of her head the four dragons steadied themselves on the other side of the arena before steadily growing in size. They were shrouded in an invisible barrier, the mist reflecting the familiar sight of the Memory Weave while the pair attempted to conjure a small breeze. The comforting sounds of the lively forest soon hushed as Cloud worriedly flitted towards her Agar, her eyes darting around despite Swift not being aware of the situation. 

Cloud had conjured two small air tornados with her Lilt of Galeforce but Swift found it difficult to concentrate, more nervous and unsure than Nivara had first realised. It was merely a false bravado. She smiled sadly, a sharp reminder that their beloved home they had missed so much was about to be destroyed in an instant. 

The dragons were now half the height of an Ironwood tree, two Rockerfella dragons remaining on the ground while the two Scale Shriekers hovered above them mid flight. Nivara was pouring a torrent of her Trait in an attempt to hide the dragons from view but it would all be worth it soon. 

Nivara could barely stay awake. She felt only sheer exhaustion as she gave the final signal for the dragons to begin, gripping the table for dear life. Swift had only shown the bare basics of his Trait and it was all about to come crashing down. A large rumble swept through the arena, a devastating roar of rushing water began to hurry towards them at a rapid pace. 

Nivara could feel the terror spiking as the duo tried to get to higher ground but soon the trees began plummeting down at the sheer force of the now muddy water. Cloud cowered within the crook of her Agars neck, to terrified to do anything as Swift softly sang to her in a vain attempt to soothe her. The poor sylph whimpered as they clung to the only standing tree, the rest swept away by an unyielding landslide. The price of this world was a steep one and if you couldn't stand up in the face of death then the Excelliars would not prevail.

"Swift Elfid. The Terratwist has now ended. You have not achieved the rank needed to move on. Please, make your way back towards the platform." Nivara said impassively, knowing full well that her words wouldn't make him feel any better.

Swift trudged back towards the platform, gently cupping a shaking Cloud in his hands as a wave of pity washed over Nivara. The crowd gave a half hearted round of applause, tinted by the quiet titterings of amusement at such an abysmal display. Nivara stifled another yawn and beckoned Swift over with a smile. He did as she asked while the Mist Maiden languidly stood up to congratulate them.

"Well done, both of you. You did well to survive such a difficult task alone. I doubt many a Traited would say they attempted to outlast a landslide." Nivara said, the sound of polite laughter almost making her wince.

Swift gave her a wan smile, not saying a word as all his attention was on the little sylph in his palms. Cloud slowly sat up, surprise clear on her pale like features as she floated towards Nivara, eager to greet her.

"My-my apologies, Regent Nivara. I should've showcased my Agars talents more and used a more suitable Folka instead of a simple tornado! I should've- I should've…" Cloud exclaimed, her crystalline eyes shed tears of sorrow as she wept against her stoic Agar.

Nivara rested a gentle hand on Swift's shoulder, her fatigue slowly lessening at the sight of the heartwarming display Cloud had showed. Taking a wobbly step back, Nivara mustered all the knowledge she had about the Collective and dropped into an artful bow. The crowd was stunned into silence as their second in command showed respect that was given to someone they had assumed to be lesser than her.

"Forgive me, young Elfidari. I never meant for my test to cause such sorrow on the ancestors of the sylph. Its purpose was to allow those to prove their worth regardless of the situation. I am afraid I was too hasty in my execution of the landslide and for that, I humbly apologise."

Swift's expression changed from indifference to shock as he processed the Mist Maidens words. Cloud sniffed, allowed herself a small smile before dropping into a curtsey. 

"If I may, Regent Nivara. I have a long way to go before I am Elfidari; the leader of my people but I thank you for your honesty. My Agar and I would be honoured to share our knowledge of Nocturus and my kind. Hastily or not, we were unprepared and were caught completely off guard by the sheer power and beauty of your Terratwist."

Nivara's face flushed red, grateful for her mask hiding the majority of her shell shocked reaction. It felt as if she had been hit with an Influencer Tarragon all over again but this time she couldn't help but giggle, clamping a hand over her mouth in surprise. Swift noted the sound, his mouth tweaking upwards in a lopsided grin.

"Sorry. Should've thought. Rightly unranked, M'lady." Swift said, stuttering through his words as he pronounced them slowly.

Nivara's eyes lit up in realisation, smiling with sheer delight at the fact that Swift had spoken and agreed with her sent another jolt if gratitude for the unique pair. No wonder Cloud had spoken for him. 

The little sylph smiled, congratulating her Agar by hugging his shoulder gently. Swift let out a gruff snort of laughter, his hand gently reaching up to allow her to rest on his palm. Even with his Agar terrified, Swift had managed to last thirty seconds against the landslide. That was more than any of her 'test subjects' combined.

"Thank you. Thank you so much. You can return to your seats now." Nivara said at last, allowing them to walk towards the benches alone.

Regretfully turning her back on them, Nivara stared at the third empty seat. She sighed, her respite was short lived as she prepared for another bout of conflicting opinions. At least the Soundbooms didn't have to collect votes for failed candidates. Returning to her own desk, Nivara sorted through the scattered papers for Master Shatter's niece. A no show. Not good. She'd have to announce a change in the order and would probably get chewed up by the other Masters for doing so. 

A loud boom echoed through the air. Dread flooded through Nivara as she instinctively prepared for a fight. The doors she had carefully prised closed with her mist burst off their hinges as a torrent of silvery wind sheared through the entranceway, dangerously close to the other competitors before descending to lower a young girl and her dragon towards the ground. 

"I'm not too late, am I?"

Nivara grit her teeth, the sight of her destroyed arena all for a bit of over the top theatrics made her Trait flare in indignation. It took every ounce of mental strength she had not to storm over there and slap whoever had interrupted her assessment but she knew. She knew deep down that Master Shatter, the aunt of this brazen fool would strike her down if she dared to even try. 

"No." Nivara said icily, the temperature dropping with just a single word. 

The girl was unfazed however, her head raised as she marched towards the front without a care in the world. Basking in all the attention from the crowd she had caused by such a reckless entrance. Nivara scowled, attempting to remain impassive but failing to do so at the sight of her half baked Transference and her unconcern for potentially causing grievous harm to others. 

"Oh good. I'll go next then, shall I?" She said gleefully, ignoring the carnage behind her.

Nivara didn't respond, all the positive vibes she had received from the previous pair had washed away like the rain. With a few lazy movements, Nivara cleared the arena of shards of glass and asked the dragons to dispose of them. She stole a quick glance towards the competitors, grateful that either Agar or Traited had managed to protect themselves in one way or another.

 They wouldn't get far in life if they didn't know how to perform such a necessary task so she was grateful for that at least. She hoped that Swift, Cloud, Prime and all her other participants were safe and wouldn't blame her for whatever chaos happened next.

"State your claim." Nivara demanded, deciding to use the unfamiliar term to try and give her some time to read over and setup the Terratwist.

The girl looked at her like she had been struck by lightning, sweeping her hair back and folded her arms impatiently, her dragon perched perfectly on her shoulder. She even dared to wear white, the same colours of the Excelliars as if to say she had already succeeded. Nivara ignored her silence as the rest of the crowd restlessly implored her to answer, some going as far as to yell the correct answer back at her. 

Nivara raised a disapproving eyebrow and placed her finger on her lips to silence the crowd. She glanced down and revelled in the quiet before prying the correct form from the stack and began to read. Master Shatter's niece was a twelve year old girl named Charmer. Nivara fought the urge to laugh at the irony, settling for a derisive snort instead. 

Her Trait was Glass Trait like her aunt, a mesh of Air and Fire similar to a Dual Traited but from what she could tell neither Shatter or Charmer could use either of the other Traits they possessed. Mindsets were a difficult thing to overcome and some never achieved it in their lifetime. Some would do anything to get rid of having such an adaptive mind but not all could pick and choose how their brains worked.

Nivara had to admit that Charmers Trait was interesting and her Fleetfoot dragon seemed to be quite rare but none of that amounted to the resolve needed to become more than an overconfident kid with a superiority complex. A Creatist class Traited like Charmer could mould their Trait into an object or animal suitable for combat, espionage or even travel but it required a lot of concentration. Whether or not Charmer had that ability remained to be seen.

"State your claim," Nivara repeated, setting aside her form for now and addressed Charmer accordingly.  "It means to state your full name, Trait, partner, what clan you currently represent and whether you are prepared for the challenge set before you."

Nivara paused, attempting to settle her anger and focus on anything else but the raging frost threatening to break free of her perfectly placed mist.

"In this case, you are facing the Terratwist, an adaptable terrain which creates unavoidable situations depending on your Traits best and worst Core attribute."

Charmer smiled smugly, acknowledging the task before her as if it were as simple as it sounded. 

"So I just need to show what I can do, right? Easy." 

Nivara sighed, gesturing for Charmer to step onto the platform and announce herself to the crowd. With a flourish, she threw her dragon up into the air as she resized to match her Agars height and growled menacingly, her claws planted in the earth. 

The Mist Maiden was unamused, completely aware of how such a rudimentary trick worked and how unnecessary it was except to wow the crowd. This was a performance after all but because Charmer had missed her all important speech she had no idea who to truly impress. 

"Candidate Charmer Bardith with my Agar, Flitter. I am classed as a Glass Trait, like my auntie Shatter as I cannot use the Core elements seperately, only together into glass."

Nivara could see the disgruntled look on her face at the thought of only being classed as 'mediocre' to her auntie. After all, Shatter recieved her namesake for her prestigious abilities as a Dual Traited not a Glass Traited.

"I am contracted to a Fleetfoot dragon from Neridia. I represent the house of Svalbard in Opalis. I am prepared for the challenge of the Terratwist." She said in a mildly bored tone, giving Nivara barely any time to set up the next terrain.

The upstart Charmer tried to move as soon as she finished her slapdash speech despite it being very important. It showed how an apprentice carried themselves in front of a large group and how good their memory was in case they had to relay a lot of information at once. Nivara raised a hand, her mist wall blocking any attempts at moving until she was finished with her preparations.

"You will only move until I say the word, Candidate Bardith. Not a moment before. It takes time to set up the Terratwist."

Charmer nodded, barely listening as she focused on the crowd in front of her, their cheers drowning out all attempts of communication. 

Nivara sighed, resigning herself to the same fate as she setup the mist screens for the third time that day. This time she would choose a Memory Weave a bit more controversial. It was a long time since she had visited this place in person but her Agar had frequently visited it this week alone. It hurt to think about but it was the terrain she needed to help understand Charmer's abilities the best. Gathering the leftover mist from the previous illusion over to her, she shrouded the next group of dragons safely, thankfully a much lesser number than before as she prepared to achieve something a little different.

"Begin!" Nivara announced as the crowd roared and Charmer ran into the unknown, her dragon by her side every step of the way.

She smiled knowingly, gathering all the strength she could to uncover the next phase of her plan. The cobbled streets streaked with rain led towards a derelict site of junk and rubble surrounded by a lingering smog of despair and rancid odors too indescribable to explain. The nature of Charmer's Trait was a difficult one and she had to gather a lot of scrap material from the Tinker Moles a few hours before and hide it with her Trait until it came to put it into place and unveil it.

Nivara had created a junkyard playground by depicting the two biggest parts of the slums in the Undercity. The Excellairs had once used the division between Axis and Beggars End as a dumping ground for all their arkalite inventions. Being so far away from the source in Opalis, many a Traited had found other uses for them even without a power source and eventually created a new way of using their Trait. It was even passed on to weaker dragons and became a new way of surviving.

 Eventually, these hoarders and scavengers united under a crazed inventor and began the first gang war against the Swarm to create the shadiest hangout for crooks and thieves alike; the Bolthole. The inventor who started it all was a shunned Tinker Mole named Gizmo and this wide scale reminder of using something out of nothing created the once infamous Gearloose gang. The Excelliars had done their best to cover up their involvement but it was this cataclysmic wrongdoing that the Mediators uncovered for all to see. To save the nobles necks and the angered citizens of the Undercity, Lady Aria proposed a compromise. This was the origin of the Sixth Order.

It was a powerful statement for those who knew of its depiction as even Charmer stopped in her tracks and gaped at the sight of the mess. Twisting metal and ceramic scattered all over as the uneven pavement caused her feet to slip constantly against the unfamiliar stone. The Fleetfoot dragon was one of the fastest dragons in Para Dormus but speed wouldn't help you against a jungle wall of unused arkalite appliances. 

Nivara could feel the unrest from the crowd as Charmer tried to come up with a plan before the Terratwist changed into something worse. Flitter had begun scavenging for treasures among the scrap, completely overlooking the possibility of another way as Charmer took out what seemed to be a keychain from her belt. Select items were allowed as long as they were specified as being necessary to use the more unusual Traits but Nivara couldn't understand why.

Charmer unhooked a small glass bead from her keychain and placed it on the ground as it slowly began to melt. The young glass Traited was unfazed, using a series of muscle memory movements much like Nivara would use to direct her own Trait to mould the molten glass into something new. In a matter of minutes a large glass soldier stood to attention, imbued with life and movement from such a strange Creatist Trait.

With a few precise directions it began patrolling the area and searching for scraps just like Flitter, leaving small silvery footprints as Charmer helped to divide up whatever they could use to combat what came next. Nivara had to admit that it was a well thought out strategy and would not only give people a taster for what her Trait could do but would also give her more time to think of overcoming her next obstacle.

But Nivara knew her type now. She was resourceful but not very observant and had failed to realise a lot of the stacked were placed in such a way that wading through it would waste more time than picking through the outskirts of the junk heap. It was too late now. 

She could feel the slowly rising heat as the pair of Knuckleburst dragons positioned themselves to play the part of the second cover up the nobles had tried to hide from her Order. She had only found out thanks to the eagle eyes of her Agar and relayed the information to a grumpy but capable Mediator before things got worse. 

That was all she could do back then. But now she would use the situation to her advantage the only way she could. The Terratwist was more about showcasing different terrains. It was about overcoming the situation in front of you. No matter what came of it. Nivara flicked her wrists upwards as the Knuckleburst dragon let out an inhuman roar, sending a blast of fire towards the glass made soldier. 

The dragon had not been hidden from view this time. The mist like form it was shrouded in was humanoid in shape but held an air of ferocity and danger. This was the attack they had tried to hide from her. This abomination had been right under her nose and she could do nothing to stop it. They had used her very name to alleviate the consequences and cover up the truth. This was the next stage of Truancy and it would not be denied any longer.

Nivara was grateful for Charmer's introduction as it now gave her a useable excuse to use this Memory Weave to her advantage. She would use Kaldra's information to the best of her ability. The Knuckleburst dragons were the perfect folly to showcase this memory they had all believed to be nothing but fiction from the victims in Axis.

The onslaught of the Overtaken.