Orion had tasked Dirtclaw, Gustalon, and Kaelen with purging the Insectoids from the Titan Realm.
Kaelen departed from Blackstone City, following the trade routes of the fallen human kingdoms south toward the coastal territories bordering the dragon lands.
The logic was sound: the human kingdoms had kept the insect populations in check for centuries, meaning the infestation there was thin. Furthermore, the southern coast lived under the shadow of the Dragon Race. The terrifying dragon fear that permeated the region made it a hostile environment for a hive to establish a foothold.
Kaelen's march would be a relatively simple cleanup operation.
"This is our first operation since ascending to Archlord," Dirtclaw rumbled, standing atop the ramparts and gazing south. His voice was thick with anticipation. "We need to make a statement."
"The wind carries secrets," Gustalon whispered. His eyes were closed, miniature whirlwinds dancing playfully around his fingers.
