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"Impossible!" Velakis stepped back for the first time: "The Dragon Queen and Ephilomon made a promise..."
The golden dragon's breath ignited the entire star field, and the gem matrix projected ancient dragon runes onto its scales. The Lich Queen's shield of prayer was easily torn apart by the dragon's claws, which had been swung from different timelines to the present moment, and the barrier of the Bone Throne cracked under the impact of the solar flare carrying the power of time.
Valeries's dragon roar was mixed with the cold laughter of a young golden elf: "Have you forgotten the true nature of the Dragon Queen and the chromatic dragons?" She deliberately drew out the sound of her cry, raising her dragon face covered with tentacles to stare directly at the red dragon phantom that appeared on the scepter: "That deformed old thing's real name is Deception!"
With the blessing of the Zeth brothers, the golden dragon gradually gained the upper hand in controlling its destiny. When Vairakis launched his fifth prayer in an attempt to retaliate, the mother-of-pearl on the dragon's claws suddenly twisted, causing the Lich Queen's magic to truly backfire on it for the first time.
Her ability to foresee the future allows her to see the location of every time rift in advance. She traverses and attacks between multiple future realities, and the angle of her dragon tail sweeps precisely avoids all negative energy vortexes.
"No!" A scream from Vairakis rang out simultaneously with a dragon's roar. The Bone Throne, having lost multiple supports, shattered. The golden dragon tore through the veil of the astral plane, and the shockwave from the collision of divine breath and the red dragon's flames shattered the nine floating platforms closest to the Bone Throne.
The rebels, kneeling on one knee, devoutly chanted obscure celestial language, their ashes burning in the aftershocks of the dragon's breath. The ashes coalesced into golden runes, half of which transformed into chains that tightened around Ephilomon's scepter, sealing the infernal power within with divine might; the other half, amidst the turmoil, transformed into spikes, piercing the mind flayer's flesh ball one after another.
The rebels who carried out the decapitation operation were martyrs. Their only goal from beginning to end was to rush to the Lich Queen, use their own souls as fuel, drive the power of the celestial runes on their bodies, destroy the artifacts that the Lich Queen possessed, and create the only chance for the Golden Dragon!
Did the golden dragon sacrifice them? No, the golden dragon itself was also a martyr!
With the three artifacts destroyed, Vairakis's last remaining bargaining chip was the corrupt crown on his head. However, this final artifact had already been imprisoned by the "chains of slaves" that the golden dragon had cast back into reality.
Her decaying face was twisted in agony as she roared and sacrificed her entire demiplane in a final prayer: "I use my divine kingdom as a bargaining chip to rewrite the fate of all those in this war!"
With generous offerings, an unknown deity, probably not belonging to the Van Faelen pantheon, responded, with countless phantoms of golden dice descending from the sky, each face engraved with the possible course of the battle.
Black mist emanated from the Lich Queen's fingertips, forcibly twisting the dice in a way that favored her.
Valeries flapped her dragon wings, and the lapis lazuli released a storm of probabilities—the threads of fate of the Zess monk and the golden dragon's timeline perception intertwined into a net, capturing every falling die.
"You wish to control the past."
The dragon's claws crush the dice, which symbolize "the throne is intact".
"I control the future!" Valeries unleashed a dragon's breath imbued with the power of time, and the dice that were struck all displayed the result of "Life Box Exposed".
The Lich Queen screamed as she tore open a spatial rift, only to find that her escape route had already been marked by emeralds.
When the last die also revealed the location of the Lich Queen's phylactery, the golden dragon roared to the sky, and the twelve gems embedded in its scales simultaneously ignited, outlining the final magic circle in the void: "This is the true prayer—in the name of freedom!"
The golden dragon's strong body withered, its shimmering scales lost their luster, and in an instant it resembled a skeleton. The slave chains and the corrupt crown that had imprisoned it also vanished.
The Lich Queen's phylactery, which had been sent to an unknown realm, was teleported back to the Bone Throne, where it and the body where its soul had temporarily resided were reduced to ashes by the golden dragon's breath, which consumed all of its life force.
The golden dragon sacrificed its life, but the dragon's overwhelming vitality allowed it to retain a last sliver of life, which it could probably hold for a few more minutes.
"Your method of liberating the Githyanki is self-sacrifice?" Casalos looked at the collapsing obsidian walls of Whispering Palace, his heart churning with indescribable emotions, as if something was stuck in his chest, unable to go down or come up.
It wanted to call Jinlong an idiot, but couldn't bring itself to say it. It felt like something was missing when it tried to express admiration—emotionally, it should indeed admire Jinlong's spirit of self-sacrifice in saving its clan, but its iron dragon rationality made it clearly realize that such behavior was simply stupid.
Even if we take a step back and assume that you're a fully grown golden dragon who's been infiltrating Githyanki society for thousands of years, possessing the professional ranks of a level 16 monk and a level 5 zeth monk, and all you come up with is this kind of method to liberate the Githyanki, what else could it be but utter idiocy?
"The entire process of this... battle... was recorded and broadcast throughout the city of Tunaras. The sacrifices of those volunteers from various races, and my own, will ignite a burning flame deep within the souls of all the Githyanki people in the city—the true will to be free..."
"Free will? Ridiculous." The mockery didn't come from Casalos's mouth; instead, a massive red dragon head emerged from the void: "They will never deserve freedom! Pathetic golden-skinned snake, I didn't want to pay you any attention, but you..."
Chapter 259
Why destroy the Dragon Queen's toys?
18. The Queen's Male Concubine
"Run!" Even in her final moments, the dying golden dragon was still thinking about the safety of others, even though she had never trusted Casalos in the first place.
"Although your illogical suicide tactics have completely ruined my preparations for the practical test, I'll still save you since you lured it out." Casalos didn't accept the favor. It shook its head and said to the golden dragon somewhat reluctantly, "Your battle is over, so rest well. Next is my turn."
"Haha, you cunning and treacherous Dragon Mother, listen to what ridiculous things they've said to me. A two-legged worm who wouldn't even dare face your toys, who fled to Sigil for countless years and only dared to return when a few troublesome rats appeared in Thunaras, actually dares to challenge me, the ruler of all red dragons, the uncrowned king of the chromatic dragons, the eternally thirsty Blade of Burning World beneath the throne of the Dragon Queen?"
Seemingly ignored, the red dragon raised its head and spewed forth a towering pillar of fire, splitting open a rift in the void. It burst forth with a maniacal laugh, causing even the astral city to tremble. It was a colossal red dragon, reaching the limits of an ancient dragon, slightly smaller than Roaring Howl, but its straight, sweeping white horns and its face, covered in spiky horns far more exaggerated than those of ordinary red dragons, created an extremely arrogant face. Combined with its overflowing aura of purgatory, it displayed a more terrifying and powerful presence than Roaring Howl.
Casaloz had seen it when he was in the Holy Land. It was Efilomon, the chief lover of Tiamat, the Queen of the Five-Colored Dragons, and one of the main forces that Chassa used to conquer the Holy Land of the Athelon.
In the short time it took Ephilomon to introduce herself, two half-dragon warlocks dimensionally leaped to the side of the dying golden dragon and carried her to the rear of the battlefield. The demiplane had already collapsed in the sacrifice of Vyrakis, and everyone had been banished back to the Whispering Palace in Tunaras, where the space was much more spacious.
Valeries's life force wasn't depleted normally; it was sacrificed during the initiation of a prayer. There's probably no way to recover the life force sacrificed to an unknown deity, except for another prayer spell that offers even more and richer sacrifices. Even a complete resurrection spell can't achieve that.
But this doesn't mean Jinlong is doomed. Her original life force has been exhausted, so giving her new life force will allow her to continue living. Of course, this isn't easy. The only way to gain new life force is the well-known one: a kind of sublimation of life form—it could be a transformation to a higher life form, or an evolution that compresses hundreds of thousands or millions of years of life evolution into an extreme timeframe; in layman's terms, it's "upgrading."
Both job advancement and HD upgrades result in an increase in Hit Dice, which is the most direct manifestation of increased vitality. Of course, neither of these can be upgraded at will. Fortunately, Casalos possesses a method for advancing jobs through non-divine external forces in a short period of time: Skin Carving.
In short, Jinlong will not die.
"The ruler of all red dragons? The uncrowned king of the chromatic dragons? Epheromones, I didn't expect you to be so good at self-aggrandizement, giving yourself so many fancy titles. But do the other red dragons acknowledge them?" Casaroz never liked to talk during battle, and when he did, it was usually through breath attacks. But this time, he unusually mocked Epheromones. The reason was simple: a single thought crossed his mind.
"I won't even ask if you dare mention your title of Blade of the World in front of Garegus, the real dragon god. Hey Philomon, let's talk about your self-proclaimed title as Tiamat's chief gigolo. As far as I know, you've been licking that five-headed, deformed, short-legged corgi for centuries, and your status in front of it doesn't seem to be as high as Chassa's."
Look at Chassa, how old is he? He's already been promoted to demigod by Tiamat. And you? You've only managed to get some old, dying, and resurrected purgatory blessing. How dare you call yourself Tiamat's most beloved servant father?
I suspect that when Chassa and Tiamat mate, you'll have to be a thousand-ton jack behind them!
"How dare a maggot judge me!" Ephelomon Hou Jian's lava surged, sulfurous steam hissed between his teeth, his dragon claws crushed the last obsidian shell of the Whispering Palace, and with a leap of his wings, he pounced on the despicable "Gisyanki" who had touched a sore spot: "That bastard Chassana is nothing but a spare vessel!"
Casalos wore a mocking expression. Under the incredulous gazes of the golden and red dragons, he reverted to his youthful Iron Dragon form, transforming into a dragon-shaped flame that merged with Ephilomon's infernal, blasphemous dragon breath. He then easily pierced through the terrifying attack that had melted the Whispering Palace, trailing burning sparks as he leaped above the red dragon. Turning his head, he chatted with the golden dragon lying on the ground, who was being "tattooed" by the half-dragon: "Look, how classic! This red dragon is probably the most timid ATM slave in Tiamat's fishpond!"
He keeps calling himself the Blade of Incineration, yet he hasn't even licked the tip of the 'goddess's' tail. That old, lame, blue, mangy creature, on the other hand, just wiggled its tail and climbed onto Tiamat's bronze coin throne!
"I don't know how you survived, you little iron dragon brat. After I burn you to ashes, I'll write a curse on your ashes!" Efilomon raised his hand and swung his claw at Casaloz's abdomen. Casaloz transformed into lightning and dodged the attack again, then leaped onto the tip of the red dragon's wing, causing it to lose its balance and tumble to the ground.
"Another urgent matter! Could there really be a dragon who's been a backup for 100,000 years and still feels honored? I heard that last time Tiamat used the tip of her tail to give a red dragon a good dragon card, and that red dragon burned through three layers of the earth's crust on the spot, shouting 'Queen, step on me!' This case has become the ultimate simp textbook for those brass dragons in the Blood Isles of Io. Are they talking about you?"
"My flames are like a baby dragon's urine before the Queen of Dragons' scales! How can you, a cowardly worm, possibly comprehend the authority that the Dark Queen's fangs pierce!"
"You're so pathetic you can't even speak Dragon Language properly anymore. When you were the Thousand-Ton Jack, did you have to precisely control your breath to match the rhythm of Skossos's impacts? I wonder if you'll still be able to hold on when that old green dragon's pre-coil fluid corrodes you down to your skeleton..."
The golden dragon covered its ears with its sail-like wings, unable to bear Casaroz's foul language. The red dragon, mocked to its face, spewed black and red flames from its seven orifices, wildly swung its tail, flapped its wings and limbs, and indiscriminately spewed out breaths of purgatory and threw out purgatory spells in a frenzy, turning the "sky" of Tunaras into a scene reminiscent of Avernas.
Ephilomon was enraged by the dragon's fury, and his attacks couldn't even touch a single scale of Casalos, who was switching back and forth between elemental and physical forms.
"Le, I wonder if your 'goddess' will show even the slightest trace of memory or sadness when she sees your corpse? I'd like to find out for myself if I get the chance."
19. I Want You
The battle with Ephilomon was unremarkable.
This once world-destroying blade, which made countless planes tremble, had long since lost its edge in the extravagant nurturing of the Tiamat Kingdom for millennia. Its exalted status as the favored daughter of the Dragon Queen had dulled the fighting spirit within its dragon soul, and for centuries, relying on the majesty of the Mother of Dragons, it had bullied the weak, causing it to completely forget what combat should be like at its level of power.
Its imposing appearance earned it Tiamat's special favor, but it couldn't grant it greater power. Even with the enhancement of the High Infernal Template bestowed by Tiamat, Ephelomon's true strength was still significantly weaker than Grommash Hellscream's, and Casaroz's strength had undergone a dramatic transformation compared to when it fought Grommash Hellscream.
With a few more sarcastic remarks, Ephelomon was enraged beyond control. Having suffered a complete defeat in psychological warfare, its demise in close combat was a foregone conclusion.
Casalos didn't even summon a higher elemental to possess it, nor did it unleash the true damage of blazing flames to finish it off. It merely dodged the overwhelming melee attacks of the ancient dragon, disintegrated Ephelomon's blasphemous defenses, and then easily ripped a gash in its chest with its wing blades. It then curiously examined the deformed, swollen heart: the surface of the dark red flesh was covered with purplish-black veins, each bulging blood vessel...
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The ends were all branded with the emblem of Tiamat—clearly, even the organs of this "chief male concubine" had been marked with ownership by the Dragon Queen.
Shaking its head, it transformed into an ice elemental form, then poured a breath that also transformed into ice into its mouth, freezing the life of the pale-faced red dragon that Tiamat had raised.
The unique rules of the astral plane prevented the dragon's corpse from decaying rapidly. In the flowing radiance of the galaxy, the red dragon's remains solidified into a comical monument. Casalos swung his tail hook and tapped Ephilomon's stiff fangs, allowing the half-dragons to carry away its body. When the time was right, its tissues and organs might become a fitting "gift" for the three Tiamat voters of Faerûn…
A soft scraping sound came from deep within the obsidian ruins.
Valeries barely managed to raise her neck, the intricate patterns of her dragon scales winding and growing like golden veins devouring every inch of her intact skin.
The half-dragon warlocks completed Valeris's initial skinning, granting her the level 1 Skinning Dragon class, thus extending her lifespan. According to the game's mechanics, a golden dragon sacrificing its life force essentially reduces its maximum health to 0, rendering healing and even resurrection spells useless; even after a full resurrection, the 0 health cap would cause it to die again. The newly acquired Skinning Dragon advancement, however, adds 1d10 to her maximum health, allowing her to live again.
But that's all there is to it—it's merely existing.
The maximum life points taken by a non-Pan-Faelion pantheon deity will not be returned to Valerith. These maximum 10 life points are negligible for a fully grown golden dragon with a legendary class. Just like Casalos's complaints about his own life stats in the Dragon Vault, those numbers have almost no other meaning than letting him know whether he is healthy or not.
Valeries's extremely low maximum health means she is in a state of extreme unhealth. Reality is not like a game where you can be lively and energetic as long as you have a little bit of life left. The golden dragon that killed the Lich Queen can't even crawl now. It can only lie in the obsidian pile, like an old dragon in its twilight years. Its eyelids are almost closed, and it asks Casaroz breathlessly.
"Is it the real mastermind behind the enslavement of the Gith Yankees? Has it always been your target?" The golden dragon's voice sounded like rusty gears rubbing against each other.
Casalos did not transform again, but simply folded its wings and walked to Valeris. The shadows enveloped Valeris's withered chest cavity—where the powerful heart of an adult golden dragon should have been throbbing, but now it was like a shriveled sack clinging to the spine.
"The mastermind behind the scenes?" It looked at the golden dragon, which was willing to sacrifice itself for the liberation of the Githyanki, with interest, and sneered as it used its wingtip to pick up the half of the corrupt crown on the golden dragon's claw: "What mastermind behind the scenes is it? It's just an old dog that guards Tiamat. What I really want to dismantle is the kennel. But my target for this trip is indeed it."
It suddenly leaned close to Valeris's ear, its metallic scales scraping together with a piercing shriek: "Guess why Verakis can reshape the Life Box with a wish spell? Why does Ephilomon's infernal power smell of Aphrodite's sulfur?"
“A meaningless guess.” Valeries barely opened her eyes and stared at the “boy” Iron Dragon, which was not much smaller than her: “Whatever you want to do, I can’t stop you now, and you saved my life, so I have no reason to stop you.”
"It sounds like you're still quite afraid that I'll replace Velakis and Ephromon to enslave these Githyanki."
"Can you?" Jinlong's tone became even weaker, even pleading.
“No, under normal circumstances, Iron Dragons don’t like social relationships built on enslavement.” Casalos clicked his iron beak. “I have absolutely no interest in the Githyanki. To be honest, if they hadn’t bothered me, I probably wouldn’t have bothered with them at all.”
"But you helped us overthrow Viraqis, killed Ephromon, and saved my life... Iron Dragons dislike establishing enslavement relationships, but they will never miss out on their rightful spoils. What do you want?"
“I love dealing with intelligent dragons!” Casalos laughed. “I want the city of Tunaras, and all the psionic technology the Githyanki stole from the Mindflayer Empire.”
Casalos's breath sent sparks flying across Valeris's scales, who blinked with difficulty—the most she could manage at the moment. She had no objections; Tunaras City—the corpses of the Voidwalkers didn't belong to the Githyanki, let alone the mind flayers' psionic technology.
"Besides that, I also want you."
"Me?" Jinlong's tightly closed eyelids twitched. As a dragon willing to sacrifice herself, she didn't find this particularly unacceptable, but rather puzzled: an ambitious iron dragon wanting a golden dragon to serve her must be after the golden dragon's power. But in the foreseeable future, she would inevitably be clinging to life, unable to utilize any of her power. So what exactly did the iron dragon see in her? Could it be for procreation...?
Valeries glanced at the vigorous male iron dragon's body, which was already in its prime during its youth, and thought to herself that this seemed to make sense: Well, having offspring with the iron dragon and teaching them to follow the right path could be considered as not violating her own sense of justice and dedication... right?
20. Negotiation
“Yes, I want you.” Seeing the way Valeris’s tail tip curled back and forth, Casalos realized that his words might have caused a misunderstanding—perhaps the unique rules of the astral plane suppressed its excessive secretion of testosterone, or perhaps it was just because it had dealt with an enemy that made it excited. In any case, it had absolutely no interest in the golden dragon, at least not for now.
It quickly added, "Don't look at me like that. You've been an elf for too long. I bet your head is full of those cheesy, sentimental tales from elf knightly novels."
I'm not some knight, but a lawful metal dragon like you. What I mean is, I need a steadfast ally in the astral realm. Are you someone I can trust?
“We’ve known each other for less than the time it takes for a scale to mature, so I can’t trust you. Conversely, even if I vouch for you with the morality of a golden dragon, would you trust me?” Valeries’s tailbone arched slightly, and she raised her long, winding neck with difficulty, turning it stiffly from side to side as her gaze swept over the glittering starry sky revealed after the obsidian shell collapsed: “I need some time to think.”
“You’re right. We don’t have a foundation of mutual trust yet, and your physical condition doesn’t support you to do too much deep thinking. It seems that now is not the right time to talk about these things.”
A blade of stardust slicing through the golden dragon's seventh vertebra, Valerie smelled the rust. Twelve half-dragon sorcerers chanted around her mangled body, their scales rippling like moonlight on water, mirroring the dragon lord they served. This was probably some kind of blood pact ritual; intricate patterns of carved skin seeped into the corridors of the golden dragon's soul.
"Remember those runes. They will allow you to advance to the level of a fully-fledged Carved Skin Dragon. Even if they don't fully restore your vitality, they will be enough to support you in all normal activities. As long as you don't engage in high-intensity battles with beings like Vellakis, you should be fine. We'll talk about it properly then."
Now, I'll leave it to you to deal with those who have been lured here. I don't have the patience to deal with these twisted two-legged sheep..."
Casalos spoke, then spread its wings, and the entire dragon vanished into the ruins of Whispering Palace. The fluctuations in aether indicated it had leaped away using a psionic-like method. Valeries's facial tentacles unconsciously twitched between the scales of her forepaws, producing a soft clicking sound. She felt a slight resentment towards the iron dragon that had abandoned her there; the golden dragon also disliked interacting with humans in its dragon form, even though most of those who sensed the commotion and gathered around Whispering Palace were prepared.
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Resistance forces, huh?
Unfortunately, she can't even transform back into human form now. She can only lie limply in the obsidian pile with her withered golden dragon body, unable to even maintain the majesty of a golden dragon.
The only saving grace was that the Iron Dragon didn't seem as indifferent as it appeared. It left the group of half-dragon kobolds who had revealed their disguises there, and judging from the respectful appearance of their leader, they probably wouldn't refuse to help deal with the resistance forces.
"A dragon with carved skin? In most true dragon clans, it's just a legend now..."
The advancement of the Carved Skin Dragon is special. It does not require the dragon to comprehend or understand anything. As long as it masters the secret patterns, meets the prerequisite standards, and has enough willpower to overcome pain and interference, it can quickly complete the advancement by activating its dragon magic to "carve" the secret patterns onto the dragon scales and skin.
Casalos, of course, had no need to worry about the will of the legendary monk, the adult golden dragon. In less than a week's time in Faerûn, it received Valeris's offer to negotiate. Subsequently, with the help of the hounds, a formal negotiation venue was quickly set up in the turbulent galaxy outside the city of Tunaras.
Dogs, clad in ceremonial Ling Shu armor with a gleaming chrome anti-corrosion coating and inlaid with golden dragon patterns, formed an honor guard to welcome the intricately carved golden dragons and representatives of various races from Tunaras City off the ship. They then led the dogs, stepping onto a soft silver carpet woven from starlight, into the venue to take their seats.
The seating arrangement took into full account the physiological differences and psychological needs of each race. The multi-armed races had multiple armrests, and the Githyanki seats were adorned with dazzling jewels. The Elven seats were made from living oak trees and decorated with elegant patterns woven by the Drow using precious metal wire, further accented with other works of art. The Dwarven stone seats were tall and sturdy, with several extra steps added so that they could sit at roughly eye level with other humanoids.
A group of slaves who had been enslaved for who knows how long and had almost forgotten their own names had never enjoyed such treatment before. They sat down with their chests puffed out, their faces beaming with pride, and then gradually became dizzy under the care of the drow maids.
It's respect; they felt the respect that the owner of this place had for them!
"Sigh..." The robust Valeries sighed silently in her heart. She knew that she couldn't rely too much on these guys to play the bad cop in this negotiation—that was the purpose of bringing these "representatives" to participate in the negotiation in the first place. However, she did not expect that these useless guys would be overwhelmed by the other party's sugar-coated bullets before the offensive even started.
But isn't it the same for me?
The raised gemstones embedded in the soft claw pads vibrated rhythmically, relieving the soreness in her dragon scales and skin after carving numerous intricate patterns in a short period. The activated construct wing supports on both sides of her lying position helped support her wings as they folded back, effectively distributing her limited energy. They could also adjust their support according to her lying posture without hindering her movements at all.
And those Spirit Core Armor from before... How did such a young iron dragon cub manage to create so many strange and wonderful things? Could it be that it, like me, has been living in the Astral Plane for a very long time? But how many dragons spend their time in the Astral Plane like I do? The frozen time in the Astral Plane is the biggest obstacle to the growth of a true dragon.
Valeries couldn't help but look towards the head of the table.
Astral turbulence, like an invisible behemoth, gnawed at the protective barrier of the venue. Amidst the blue light erupting from the impact of the meteor shower, Casalos lay curled up on his steel throne, his tail tip tapping the ground at a fixed interval. Each tap stirred arcane ripples—a timekeeping array specially crafted for Casalos after entering the astral plane to synchronize with relative time. When Valeris counted to the seventh tremor, she was astonished to find that the ripple pattern coincided with her own heartbeat, causing her thoughts to involuntarily follow suit.
"It's the same old story. From the moment we entered, every single detail has been firmly under our control. What's there to talk about? We might as well sell it all to you..."
21. Current Status of the Giant City
Listening to the fruitless wrangling in the meeting hall, Valerie's thoughts returned to the Whispering Palace.
Killing Queen Verakis does not mean the liberation of the Githyankis; this is a truth that "Queen's Blood Blade" has already proven. Even though the red dragon behind Verakis has been dealt with this time, the essence remains largely unchanged. But the death of the Queen marks the beginning of a dramatic upheaval.
Valeries and the other martyrs' suicide attack on the Queen spread throughout the city as she had hoped, and as planned, awakened the free will within those who harbored rebellious thoughts against the Queen's bloody rule. Meanwhile, the Queen's "blades"—the Red Dragon Knights and the army of Tunaras—"coincidentally" left the city they were supposed to protect. The Githyanki, their free will awakened, naturally joined the rebellion without fear, taking up arms against the Queen's supporters.
The tide of resistance is gaining momentum, and the future of freedom is beckoning to the Githyanki once again. Is the city of Tunaras now bright...?