The Realmgate refugees made their way to the eastern edge of the Southern Continent. Calandra had ordered a camp to be prepared as quickly as possible. The Endeavor was the last ship to land and deposit refugees, the Royal Family being the last to get off. The crews of all the evacuation ships then passed out food and water for everyone. This was a blow for morale. Arsha and Calandra spoke with each other. “I see Dr. Vorsholstein’s first Golem was put through its paces,” said Calandra.
“He was,” answered Arsha. “Bremfo’s quite the fighter. With him around, we can take Realmgate City back.”
“Would that Realmfleet agrees.” Calandra’s comment raised concerns.
“…Meaning?”
“I just spoke with Aldarval. We’re leaving it to the Realm Trinity Empire.”
“She can’t be serious!” protested Arsha. “We’ve got people who just lost their homes and you want me to tell them that they’re not getting them back?!”
“The proposal was considered a waste of resources and soldiers. We have to leave the city alone.”
“We can’t do that!”
“Arsha, I admire your desire to protect everyone, but face facts; the enemy has Revenants, Robots, and more Golems than we do.” By that point, Calandra’s patience was wearing thin.
“I must insist that we disobey those orders!”
“Arsha, I’m not gonna waste any more lives. I’ve done too much of that!”
“I have a way that can ensure that we don’t!” By now, Arsha was almost pleading. At that moment, Erodeth approached them.
“Please tell me I heard you wrong!” he said. “Please, tell me you didn’t say we weren’t taking our home back after what I told my people earlier as we were en route here!”
“I’m sorry,” growled Calandra, “but Aldarval told me…”
“Let’s talk to Aldarval right now!” declared Erodeth. He pulled out his communicator and called Aldarval.
“Your Majesty, what can I do for you?” she asked.
“We need to take our home back!”
“…I take it you heard the news. Your Majesty, I’m sorry, but we’ve already lost too many soldiers during the initial attack on the walls. We can’t risk any more lives.”
“But there’s more to it than that!” urged Arsha.
“Arsha, why are you two so insistent,” snapped Calandra, “on taking the city back?! All of the necessary secrets have been transferred to the Drelda Forest’s Capital Tree!”
“Not all of them!” answered Erodeth. He took a breath before he explained. “I didn’t give them the blueprints for the Under-realm’s first Realmgate.”
“WHAT?!” cried Aldarval. “If Dr. Borg gets her claws on them, she’ll make her own Realmgate network on top of her personal one! What possessed you to leave them behind?!”
“My family swore an oath to safeguard them, and I felt iffy about handing them over to Rellmeer!”
“Great, now we have no choice! Erodeth, this puts us back by a lot! Our forces are stretched thin across the Realms as it is!” Aldarval sighed as she ran her hand down her face. “I’ll send what I can, but I can’t see victory. Aldarval out.” The call ended and Calandra fixed them with a glare.
“Know this,” she warned, “if things go to the Depths, I’m holding you two responsible.” She turned and left.
“…Well, that was pleasant,” grumbled Erodeth.
“We need to coordinate our attack once Dalengor succeeds,” suggested Arsha.
“Where is she?”
“…On a mission.”
“A personal mission to betray us?!” boomed Mordek’s voice as he stomped towards them.
“Where’d that comment come from, Lord Mordek?” asked Erodeth.
“I just spoke to Malak,” explained the angry God. “Apparently, Dalengor’s stayed behind! I knew it! That snake can’t be trusted!”
“Lord Mordek, I assure you, it’s part of the plan!” replied Arsha.
“That plan is going to fail! When next we meet, I WILL kill her!”
“You will do no such thing!”
“Try and stop me!” Mordek then vanished in a ball of fire.
“…Arsha, I hope your faith in Dalengor is not misplaced,” said Erodeth.
“It isn’t. I know my old friend well. Her staying behind will give us more soldiers to help reclaim Realmgate City.”
Back at Realmgate City, the rubble was being combed over for anything valuable. “We cannot risk letting valuable intelligence slip through our fingers,” Dr. Borg ordered a Drow and Shadow Dragon. “I want this area searched from top to bottom.”
“There’s an easier way,” called Dalengor’s voice. Another Shadow Dragon in their beastly form then approached. The first Shadow Dragon’s eyes popped open.
“…Dalengor?” he asked.
“Hello, Lord Dotan,” greeted the mystery Shadow Dragon, Dalengor.
“Aren’t you a member of Arsha’s crew?” asked Dr. Borg suspiciously. “What are you doing here?”
“Assisting our master, Oyed,” answered Dalengor.
“…I don’t believe you.”
“Believe what you wish, but I’m sick and tired of being the last of my kind! This is a chance to see them again, see my old friends!”
“Let her join us,” urged Dotan. “I know her well.”
“She’s been awake longer than your whole race.”
“Who’s to say I haven’t been hiding my true feelings on the matter?” asked Dalengor.
“…I will have to consult with Lord Oyed,” decided Dr. Borg. “You will have our decision within the hour.” She flew off, leaving the Drow and two Shadow Dragons alone.
“I don’t believe we’ve met,” Dalengor said to the Drow. The Drow pulled her mask down and opened her mouth, revealing her lack of a tongue. Dalengor then moved her hands in Drow Sign Language. The Drow then signed her name, letter by letter. “Nice to meet you, Tantu.”
“Tantu was supposed to be your rider,” explained Dotan.
“Well, you still have a chance, Tantu. Shall we go through some training?” Tantu then signed a question. “…You AND Dotan guessed?”
“I know you, my old lover,” remarked Dotan. “You don’t usually pop up out of nowhere unless there’s an ulterior motive.”
“…Let’s talk. Somewhere private.” She led Tantu and Dotan away from the area.