Taglia and Makisa are in the western borders of Royal City. This jungle closely resembles an Amazonian tropical rainforest—dense, oppressive groves and towering, ancient trees with vines so massive they look like standalone trunks. Unlike the forest on the East Side, this environment is damp, muddy, and wildly overgrown. Sunlight only manages to pierce the … Read more

On the east side of Titan City, Leon‘s training is proceeding in a rather eccentric way. All he has been doing for the past couple of weeks is meditating—apparently, that is Maven‘s tutelage. Every morning, he meets her by the lake, sits on the grass cross legged, closes his eyes, and has to stay in … Read more

Taglia and Makisa reach the Royal City palace after crossing the dense jungle, the new black and gold scabbard of the katana in her left hand replacing her broken nodachi. From the looks of it, this is an ancestral mansion sitting in the middle of the city. There are no acres of sweeping grasslands surrounding … Read more

It is a bright, sunny morning over Titan City. On the 2nd Block medical facility grounds, Jarrod is recovering with light running and stretching. Since Friling has done his job for what he could, Jarrod can move again, but he needs to take things slowly, hence these recovery exercises. Lesca walks in, saying, “Do you … Read more

It is dark. Slowly, Leon‘s eyes open. He looks around with still-foggy eyes and sees he is lying on a bed made of wood. He gets up on his elbows and looks around; it is a room made purely of wood and stone. A voice rings out, “So you are up?” Leon‘s eyes snap toward … Read more

As the sun is about to take its leave and the night is about to engulf the sky, Chaos walks into what looks like an abandoned bar. It is abandoned not because it is broken or deserted; it is abandoned because it feels like no civilian would ever go in there. There is a heavy … Read more

It is high noon. The sun is at its fullest in the middle of the sky, but below, in the East Side of Titan City Savanna, Leon is huffing. His leather jacket lies on the grass; he is wearing a tank top and jeans, both dusty and sweaty like he was doing some type of … Read more

As the clouds pass by, the full moon takes the central night sky. The late-night wind passes, Jarrod remains unconscious, face down on the ground. Friling is gripped in Taglia‘s hands. Taglia, while looking at the maroon-blooded skeleton, whispers, “Necromancer.” Before anything can happen, in a split second as a wind current passes by the … Read more