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Months followed each other and hot summer turned to fall. During these times Arcoscephaelian empire grew without bounds, led by its valiant Pretender God. But as His empire grew, Kasadye saw that He had to sacrifice more and more of His time to listen to the reports that just kept coming. Maybe it was best, for in the prevous' months skirmish He had suffered an unlucky wound that still taxed His immense strenght. This had been only expected, for glory is not bought cheaply, and Priestesses well versed in the healing arts had already been called for.

Mystics had probed many provinces for ancient sites, yet none had been found. This was unfortunate, but there would be many more to search. Meanwhile, scouts brought reports of Arcoscephale's neighbours, one after another. The scouts told of groves of Pangaea, not so well hidden as the woodland creatures would hope, pinched between impassable mountains and vast seas in one direction. They also had found out that Man had already begun building temples in their coastal provinces. And between those nations, the undead hordes of Ermor advanced.

Soon there would be no more provinces to expand, and the all-out war would be sure to start. But that would be a worry for coming months, not now, decided Kasadye and ordered yet another attack on a province led by some local rabble.