Crinte was troubled. He spent his days planning and strategizing, pouring over maps of the Western World, reading of unexplained oddities in the history of the World, and putting each piece of the puzzle together. It was all he could do to force himself to take breaks to practice his skills with the sword at the training grounds and spend time instructing new recruits. Thoughts solely focused on the war, he knew they had to act swiftly, in such a way it would not only bring Ackhor around, but all the numerous armies on the southern side of the Sea. King Arden of the Country of Norc in the west had been kind enough to turn a blind eye, knowing full well what Ackhor and Crinte intended to do: build a well-trained army that was loyal to no king or country, strong enough to overthrow every deity in Mizine. It...

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