Here I stand once more.
At the edge of civilization, right before the boundary that connects to No Man's Land.
The last time I was here, my men and I were escaping Kalakuta and his warriors. But, well, things are a little different now.
What do I mean?
"Are you ready, brother?" Some glances in my direction, and it is a tall and muscular ebony giant.
In his hand is what resembles a plump, smooth slab of iron. A B Grade Armament in the shape of a massive club.
The weapon and the man who wields it both appear to be instruments of death.
But right now they are my allies.
I smile at the giant, calling him my brother.
His name is Kalakuta.
His weapon is called Pathfinder.
Together, we are about to cross the boundary, and behind us are about a thousand men who have chosen to come with us on this endeavor.
This isn't merely a journey.
No.
There are three main objectives in this march.
