New Arrivals To The Desolate Lands
Leon sat cross legged in the center of the powerful magic crystal formation that was beneath Fort White. He was about to under take the Race Advancement, and this was the safest place within his territory.
"I will inform you if there are any developments that arise during your advancement, my Lord." Rakon said as he knelt on one knee and bowed his head.
"Yes, that will be good." Leon nodded his head and was about to dismiss the white haired subordinate. But then he remembered something else. "Hold on, how is my father?" He had been very busy as of late and had neglected this bit of his life.
"Sir Eugene is doing well, my Lord. He is a born fighter, and our methods overlap in some areas, making it much easier for me to teach him." Rakon responded with a small smile. Taking on the role of a teacher to someone like his master's father gave him a great sense of fulfillment.