"My Lady, has the Horde found a countermeasure against the dreamscape?"
The desperate voice belonged to an Arch Lord elder of the Clayfolk Race. The Clayfolk had recently paid a steep price to uproot their entire tribe and officially join the Stoneheart Horde. After immense effort, they had finally secured a territory on the continent. Yet, before they could even gain a foothold, the cataclysm struck. Half of their most talented young, whom they had proudly brought into the Horde, were wiped out in an instant. For the Clayfolk Race, the blow was devastating. They had barely set sail before a tsunami smashed their ship to splinters.
"The dream invasion is a disaster affecting every race on the continent," Lilith replied smoothly. "As long as we stand united, we can not only resist it, but profit from it."
