Internal Conflicts (Part 1)

'Believe what you want. I was born for greatness and- Great Mother almighty!' It is said that seeing is believing, yet Orpal had a hard time believing his own eyes.

Their flight path had led them above the Zalka mountain range and everything looked normal until Orpal noticed that the top of one of the peaks had arms and legs. In the pallid moonlight, it was hard to tell the snowy crests from the white stone.

The Dead King had noticed the lost city solely because he was following the stream of world energy coming from the mana geyser below the real mountain and found an energy signature that didn't belong to Mogar yet strong enough to eclipse it.

'Okay, I've found him. The problem is: how do I get him to do what I want?' Night remained silent but at this point, Orpal had gotten used to their old routine.