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AFTER THE BATTLE Working in the kitchen of the convent was like taking a stroll down memory lane for Lea Landau. Right now, several hundred citizens of Angkora sat in the cafeteria, having a hot meal to not only fill their stomachs, but to take their minds off of what was going on outside. They were safe under the barrier, but many still had relatives and friends out there fending for themselves. To take their minds off of their worries, it was decided food would help restore a little bit of normalcy and calm. And that was why Lea was now here. She had volunteered to help wash dishes as the regular nuns of the convent busied themselves with

THE TURN OF THE TIDE “My lord! We need to fall back! Our men are getting exhausted. They’re starting to get cut down in greater and greater numbers. These skeletons won’t stop regenerating. At this rate they will outlast us!” Corbin Landau turned to regard his second lieutenant, a Sergeant-Major named Purvis. Purvis was a Neko from the city of Bowltopia in the southeastern region of the empire. His orange and white mottled fur matched his equally orange eyes. He was older than Corbin by a good ten years, but didn’t have the noble station to become an officer; thus Corbin still outranked him. However, Corbin di

THE CITY COUNCIL Lea was still reeling mentally. She stared up at Anna Demorah with a stark sense of betrayal etched on her face. A bruise was rising up on her cheek from Anna’s vicious strike. Lea didn’t know if the tears filling her eyes were from the physical pain, or the fresh emotional scars opened up on her heart. But as much as the hit to her face had hurt, the words that followed from Anna’s lips were ten times as hurtful. “Why…?” Lea choked. Corbin stepped in, grabbing the redhead by the wrist. “Hey! That’s enough,” he didn’t raise his voice, but his tone was firm. “

THE WAY THINGS ARE After the meal, Alastazia Lesona stood up at the lectern at the front of the cafeteria and gave a short prayer to Saint Markie, the Archangel, for the meal. Lea found herself reflecting on the distinct possibility that this church's holy archangel was none other than the same Markie that Lea knew from Felarya. Only in this reality she was some kind of deity? How did that happen? After the prayer, the nuns began cleaning up and leaving the room to go about their daily business. The two Leas and Crisis remained behind so that they could talk without interruption. “That was great!” Crisis said, of the food. She p