The war and dancing pigs was forgotten. Memory of the broken promise pushed from the back of his mind. He chased after her, watching her back and the white cloak she wore over that peasant clothing flutters with the wind.
The war against the witched has ended. The major races in the mainland have retreated back into their Cardinal domains. And the Last Dragon has been slain. Éclair had rebuilt the port town of Ouro from blood and fire with only the help of the weary and desperate survivors of the dragon’s desolation and nothing but condolences from the Noble families in the Island Capital. The peace they achieved for years of perseverance was breached pirates, searching for the Dragon’s Slayer. It was a question that no survivor could answer. For no one knows how the Dragon died without its heart.
In a world where magic flows in the air and filled with strange creatures, the lines dividing the races are clearly cut and Abelone and her friends found themselves thrown in it. Finding a way back home is the least of their worries as humanity breached those lines and naturally they are part of it. Military-trained, the women are lucky to survive in the strange world yet there is something in the air affecting them. Is it for ill or for good?