Richie stood on high ground, his hand slowly tightening around the hilt of the Longsword at his waist. He didn't say a word.
The soul fire burned fiercely, his sword-holding hand trembled slightly.
The remaining Liches all watched him silently.
...
"Hey, Jones. We've decided to go with you. Let us help you open the space gate."
A group of Liches landed in front of Jones.
Jones was leading a large group of dwarves and goblins, carrying a bunch of broken belongings out of the tunnel.
"Aren't you going to help Richie?"
"We've decided to help you, we think you're the one who truly understands Gray's beliefs. You are the heir to Gray."
"If you don't help him, won't he..."
"No, he won't. He can still win. Most members of the White Bone Holy Light Court have stayed behind, and he also has allies. Though we don't particularly like those allies."
...
The massive space gate opened at the foot of Dragon's Peak. All around were tunnel entrances, piled high with rocks and dirt.
