The descent of the steam cloud threw the village’s inhabitants into chaos. From young children to the elderly, panic spread like wildfire due to the sudden drop in temperature. The group of soldiers training in the combat field were no different from the general populous. Unfortunately, the lack of intelligence presented by their tiny reptilian brains only allowed for select few thought processes. Currently, they were all in fear of what appeared to be an omen from the angry Dragon God.

Standing atop the Shaman’s dwelling, Brance watched as hundreds of Kobolds simultaneously stopped what they were doing and collapsed to their knees in prayer. Beside him, Gabby tried her best not to lose control of herself. Fear gripped her heart, and she could not shake the sight of her beloved brother being stabbed violently then collapsing. The only thing allowing her to keep her sanity was Brance’s firm grip on her hand and the thoughts that Cynrik wouldn’t let Benny die on his watch.

She had witnessed how angry the older boy was by the attack and had watched on as he launched the very same spear that had impaled her brother so fast that a shock wave formed around the point. However, Cynrik’s casual attitude had left an almost therapeutic effect on her mind, as if he wasn’t worried about Benny’s health, that everything would be ok.

Steeling her resolve, Gabby released Brance’s hand and nocked an arrow onto her bowstring, releasing a small bit of Mana into the arrow. Her eyes flicked to Brance, who knew what she wanted.

“93 meters, 20° verticle, NE 47°.” Using compass degrees as a reference, which both Cynrik and Brance had drilled into the young ranger, Brance did the job of a spotter for Gabby. However, his Vanish once again deactivated by speaking aloud, but it no longer mattered since the steam cloud had settled and shrouded them in cover.

Inhaling deeply while looking down at her Watcet, which was positioned on the inside of her right wrist, Gabby lined up her shot with the needle display on her device and drew the bowstring taught before releasing her first arrow.

The arrow traveled silently through the steam, parting it slightly as it traveled through the air and arrived at its target, the head of an unsuspecting Kobold Warrior nearly 100 meters away.

THUNK

-Quest Updated-

-Subjugate Kobold Soldiers: 2

/84- (incomplete)

-You have killed a Level 18 Tier-1 Reptilian Kobold Warrior.-

-You have received 18,000 XP.-

-You have received 1 STR.-

-You have obtained 1 KIN point.-

– A Tier-1 Fire Affinity Codex has been located.-

-Due to the restrictions in place by the Alpha Egress Core, you will have to remove the Codex manually.-

Gabby’s eyes went wide as she saw a notification about unlocking a new stat. Brance had already noticed earlier when Cynrik slew the first Kobold, but now that the second had been taken down, it became clear that the Kobolds gave points in the hidden stat Killing Intent, something they hadn’t increased in years. The notification had gone unnoticed by Gabby the first time since it took two points to unlock the stat, but now, after receiving the second, she had received the hidden stat that Brance and Cynrik frequently used.

Cyn, did you notice we are getting KIT points from these lizard-people? Brance was worried about what this little bit of information meant.

Yeah, and it looks like you clearly didn’t read the full quest description. If we are getting Killing Intent, that can only mean they are sentient beings, which is hugely out of the norm for Alpha Egresses that are generally filled with brainless moronic beasts. Don’t worry about that for now; start prepping for the breach, ETA 20 seconds. Cynrik responded while swiftly navigating the Shadow Realm.

With how fast he was traversing, it didn’t take long for him to arrive a couple of huts away from Gabby and Brance. Looking up and picking an appropriate spot, Cynrik dove out of the Shadow Realm and into the physical world, landing silently on the roof of a hut.

Placing Benny down gently, Cynrik took out a note he had scribbled in haste during his time in the Shadow Realm and placed it in Benny’s hand before jumping off the roof and dashing towards the Shamans hut. He had no idea how long it would take for the boy to come too, so he had left detailed instructions on what to do once he woke up.

Weaving through the village under his newly evolved Cloak of Shadows, Cynrik chugged down one of his only four remaining Mana Potions and formed a ball of BlackFire in his hand.

ON THREE!

The perceivable world slowed down for Cynrik as he raced forward and lined up his shot, his target, the area where he could see two small hinges connecting the door to its frame.

THREE.

Brance shooed Gabby back and pointed below his feet, the signal to take aim causing the little girl to nock another arrow.

Channeling Stone Spike with his left hand and Air Missle in his right, Brance’s eyes narrowed as he too lined up his shot, filling both attacks to their maximum with Mana.

TWO!

Cynrik rapidly closed in on the door; his plan was simple, hit and run. He needed to accurately target the correct point on the door with the proper amount of Mana to do the optimal amount of damage.

ONE!

Not breaking his stride, Cynrik cut a hard right, flinging his left arm towards the door, bringing two black basketball-sized fireballs with it.

Just off the edge of Brance’s palms, two water bottle thick arrows constructed of Wind and Earth Mana formed, filling the meter-long gap between his hands and the hut beneath his feet.

NOW!

BOOOM BOOOM!

With perfect timing, the brothers executed their attacks as if they had been rehearsed thousands of times. However, the subsequent results were very different. For Brance, the surface of the stone hut fragmented under him, causing a three-meter wide hole to appear below his feet, making him drop down into the room.

On Cynriks end, he only cast a sidelong glance at the door to be sure it was blasted to pieces, which it was, and charged around the building to the nearest window. Then, pivoting on his heel, Cynrik stutter-stepped, shifting his body weight like a speedskater allowing him to change directions instantly.

CRASH

Drawing both his Kodachi and slashing the air in front of him, Cynrik smashed the window before diving through into the same room Brance had just fallen into.

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POV: Montu the Reptilian Kobold Shaman

It was a day as bland as any other. I started it by getting out of my bed to the sounds of pained squeals.

“Hisier alpso clissk trousss.” (Shut up, you cretins.)

Using my native Reptilian Kobold tongue known as “Slanst,” I shouted at the three mutated plant creatures I had kept as pets for the last 15 years, but to no avail.

**Continuing forward for the rest of the Subjugation Mission, any verbal speech, not by the MC’s or supporting characters, will be in this language with translations after. YES, I HAVE MADE A WHOLE LANGUAGE!**

The three creatures known as Fluusa’s continued their strange gurgling screeches without a care in the world, making me throw the nearest object, an old worn-out book made from Packhound hide, at one, silencing it instantly.

I spent a few minutes feeding the carnivorous non-native plants their favorite food, Fanged Rat flesh, and set about summoning a few totems—one for Mana regeneration, another for Stamina recovery, and the last to buff my skills.

Today was going to be a big day for me. For you see, the time prophesied by my beloved Goddess, the being who brought me to this strange world from my previous over 20 years ago, was finally happening.

For years, I had locked myself away in this **hole village, surrounded by hundreds of reptile people. Yet, I still remember it as if it were only yesterday. One moment I was fighting for the glory of Egypt, and the next, a being wielding swords of flame bisected me, killing me instantly.

Not long after the world faded to black, I was bathed in warm light, and there she stood, the most beautiful and majestic creature I had ever laid my eyes on. Wadjet, the Cobra Goddess I had spent my life offering blood to, stood before me. To this day, I do not know how I could tell who she was since all of the statues and images of her I had seen were vastly different from reality, but as I looked upon the two identical cobras resting on her arms, I just knew.

She told me about a great war that was upon us and how she required the help of a devoted follower to be her champion in this war. It didn’t take me even a breath of time to drop to my knees and pledge myself to her cause.

When I woke up, my body had undergone dramatic changes; for starters, I was no longer a human; I had been turned into a small, hand-sized orange lizard. Naturally, panic immediately set in until I heard the voice of my Goddess within my mind. My Cobra Goddess briefly explained my reincarnation into a being in this world 20 years before the start of the war. Not only that, but she proceeded to explain to me how she had used her ancient magic to carve a particular spell on my soul that would allow me to grow stronger than any being I could even imagine.

It took me several years to adjust to these changes, but over time, after nearly being killed or eaten more times than I could fathom, I found a strange rock by chance. The spell placed on my soul, called “Sethos,” informed me that I could take on a humanoid appearance by consuming this rock.

This was how my race changed from LusLizard to Reptilian Kobold. But my change was only the first of many. Stumbling my way through life, I came upon a village filled with other beings who looked the same as I and was welcomed with open arms. Over time I learned their language, grew stronger, earned my first class, Cursemancer, and took it even further to its 2nd Tier advancement Shaman. Finally, years later, I reached the peak of Tier-2 level 30, where my progression stopped.

But none of that mattered anymore, for today was the day my Goddess foretold, the day the village would be moved to a secluded area, and the first battle of the war would begin. My Goddess informed me two champions were coming, and it was my duty to slay them and collect their spirits for her.

“MAAEL’ SINBOOS TRYAAS?” (WHAT’S THIS **OKE?)

“MAAEL RANIS TRAIPP COSSTOS DRAGOS GOVS?” (What have we done to bring the wrath of the Dragon God upon us.)

“WATAS BENST AORLA KONSTASS!” (Quick bow for forgivness.)

I lifted my head and looked out the nearest window; the shouts of my clansmen had drawn my attention to a vast cloud of mist descending from the mount housing the Sacred Pool.

‘It must be the champion’s doing; the battle is upon me, it’s time to get ready,’ I thought to myself as I hastily cast a handful more skills manifesting several totems in my home. But as I was going about my preparations, I heard a childish scream from above.

Pausing my preparations, I looked up and held my breath, but I heard nothing else after several seconds and went back to my task at hand.

The screams and cries of fear outside continued, but I didn’t let them hinder me, as I knew time was short until…

BOOOM BOOOM!

CRASH!

Simultaneously my door, ceiling, and window exploded inward; from the sky, a young boy no older than 11 dropped into the main room, wearing silver armor, wielding two shields as big as his body, and another boy wearing all black armor, and holding two matching swords barged into my residence.

I straightened my body and sneered; two children had come to fight the great me. I cackled loudly before waving my hands to manifest a pale green smoke around my body.

“Govs asys’ vetayums, tryain’ bentas portials ta’ish BANOSISS!” (Foolish children sent by their gods, come meet your DEMISE!)

With that, the first true battle of the Legacy Strife began.

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