Anthropimos— Desahael hated them, they were all the root of problems, they’d forget how to be Anthropi, they always had to ruin everything, just like they had when King Gorian and his army had come down from a ship from a burning planet they destroyed on their own— Earth. And now they were here on Zaenturas, ruling a part of the West.

Fortunately, his species had remained across the large river, in the cities of Castle Moraiusetac, the mountains did them well, and the Drakonfieves got along with the Eironika, and Fterometatopistis. They could live within the same cities and not be blood thirsty, at each other’s throats.