Hot, dry gusts of air drifted through the desert city Saburh, and as the peasants down below in the heat, selling their wares to survive, Tempest Bromson lounged in his large pool inside his palace that rose above the city like a monolithic mountain of spires and domed roofs.
As the dragon hybrid was being washed and tended to by several half naked wenches, he was deep in thought.
To the West, the armies of Astrea were gathering their forces and marching across the ocean, and in the depths of hell the demonic forces were ready to invade the world of the living.
These two forces all came clashing together in the lands of Miasmia, probably tearing apart the already broken lands.
The qeustion was, where did Tempest stand in all of this? He had to pick a side, for even his isolated desert city won't be excluded from the chaos of the two invading forces.
On one hand, Astrea was a powerful, rich nation. If he choosed to side with them, he might be handsomely rewarded, maybe even receiving more territory and power, even gaining a provitable allaince with them!
But on the other hand, they could be overwhelmed by the forces of hell. Astrea might have the most powerful fighters and magic-users in the world, but will they be able to hold off an endless flood of unpredictable demons?
Maybe he should try to conquer the demons instead, but he knew it won't be easy. Unlike those from Astrea, he knew these creatures couldn't be reasoned with or controlled that easily.
What he needed was a middle-man, someone who he could summon and bargain with to gain some foothold with the demons and gain control over them.
With the very forces of hell in his grasp, he could takeover the world!
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