March to the Dustplains    

Eve's lips curled into a playful smile. "Looks like he isn't a goblin after all."

Rain was still too awestruck to respond. Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined commanding a troop belonging to one of the most powerful races in the Spirit Realm — the Onis.

The synchronization between him and Ri was already at three stars, right from the start. Could it be because he had carried the egg around for nearly four months? Rain wondered.

The connection between him and Ri was almost as strong as the bond he shared with Chi, his first and most trusted troop. And as he glanced at the list of Ri's skills, his amazement only deepened.

"Bender . . ." Rain murmured, the word almost foreign on his tongue.