Lind saw the dragons soar into the sky faster than anything he could ever create. As the final flap of wings faded into the distance, the old woman slowly turned back.
She looked so frail and Lind became sad as he understood what was about to happen.
"I have endured to keep this place safe. I have killed so many of those bastards but they never stopped coming." The lack of Fiends on the Northern Continent had assumed to be due to the environment but it was actually the being before him.
Divine Authority.
Only a supremely long lived race like the black shelled tortoise could burn vitality like that for so long.
"I am so tired." She stumbled but Lind caught her. She looked up at him and smiled gently. "You need a place to grow strong with more time. I have such a place. Go to the center of the continent and you will find it. Once I am gone, it will need a new master."
