One hundred years before Manling Kyle's ill-attempted robbery; the day Sen Krendrath became known as the Red Terror of Midgard.Colognenburg, biggest western city of the Midgard Republic.Sen Krendrath, First of His Name and Great Calamity of the Age, woke up with a terrible headache amidst ruins, fire, and devastation.The great dragon didn’t feel so well, his eyelids so heavy he could barely open them. Moving was a struggle, and he forced himself to stand up on his legs. His eyes slowly acclimated to the smoke, until he could see his surroundings.Sen was in the middle of a vast crater, amidst what appeared to be the ruins of a large manling city. Flames, most probably his, had ravaged its districts and reduced most of them to cinders. A large castle was still ablaze in the middle of the destruction, its towers turned into candles. The dragon was alone with the sound of wood burning, the area empty of life.Where was he? He didn’t recognize this place. Had he destroyed it? Why?Ugh,

“I am Mag Mell,” the fairy presented himself with a chittering voice, although Sen already knew the creature. That fairy had created half the beasts the fairy lords sent against dragons during the war, from trolls to werewolves. “Father of monsters.”“I am Sen Krendrath,” he replied. “I can do everything you do, but better.”The formor hissed at the dragon’s rebuke, a chilling cold filling the air.“Have you come to glare at me?” Sen said at the creature with disdain. “Or to die?”“Others will die,” the fomor replied, his voice low and heavy. “All the New Folk who pollute our lands will die. Such is the word of our champion, Mighty King Balaur.”“Balaur?” That overmighty dullahan? Sen snorted. “I could eat him whole in one bite.”“That was long ago, and this is now. He has grown, and so has his hatred. He is the strongest of all fomors.”“Not as strong as me,” Sen replied with pride. “The strongest of your kind would still be no match for the weakest of dragonkind!”“Yet many of you w

“Your Majesty?” Kyle asked, his body slippery and sultry from the gold shower.“You know what I want, Minion,” After watching him swim in his golden hoard, he could barely restrain himself. “You are the shining jewel of my hoard…”Kyle blushed, his white skin glittering like silver in response. Truth to be told, he had never dared voice his feelings for his great, wealthy master.“Bragging Day is tomorrow, and I need to… treat myself,” Sen’s voice was heavy with desire. “Lay on the gold.”“Pink, what are you writing?”Writing in Nethermart’s cozy drink shop, Pink jumped out of her seat; she accidentally dropped her beer cup on the ground, much to the imp barista's annoyance.The other Rangers looked at her in confusion. “Pink, you’re late for the training, and Red is getting mad,” Black said, frowning at her as she whistled. “Now you’re acting suspiciously.”“She’s hiding the text behind her back!” Yellow said, trying to circle her.“No!” Pink turned to face Yellow, only for Blue to u

The Black Rabbit oversaw the slaughter with his cold dark eyes, before raising his horn to the heavens. Electricity surged from it, as he pointed it at the Rangers while the weaker rodents distracted them. “Black!” Pink warned her ally, as the horn pointed at him, firing a thunderbolt. “Watch out!”But even the Black Ranger couldn’t outrun lightning. He barely had the time to look at the monster, before the bolt hit him in the chest and sent him crashing against the fence, defeated.“You beast!” Yellow snarled, breaking the formation and rushing at the Black Rabbit.“Wait!” Red shouted his rapier red with rabbit blood. “This is what he wants!”The last of his dread servants defeated, the Black Rabbit’s horn shone bright, the monster’s size increasing. Within seconds, he had become as big as a cart, walking on his back legs.The mammalian titan let out a roar and impaled Yellow Ranger with his horn, like a bull with a manling. The kobone was propelled to the side, his spine breaking in

“I still think Your Majesty should see them,” Manling Kyle insisted. “Also, I finally identified the scammers who took credit for your death.”Sen’s head immediately perked up in interest. “Where?” he asked, gleeful at the idea of settling the score.“Charlene studied the guild’s archives, and identified them as a disbanded Silver-Ranked adventurer company from the merchant republic of Barin, the ‘Blue Rose Legion.’ They were a classic four-person party specialized in big game, monster-hunting work.”“Disbanded? They are dead?” Disappointing. Sen would have Jules raise these criminals from the dead as skeletons, so he could kill them properly.“I’m not sure, the papers said that they separated in Barin twenty years ago, dissolving the group. I think that after claiming the reward for Your Majesty’s head, they earned enough money to retire.” The mere idea infuriated Sen, who had already taken their slander personally. “Thankfully, Charlene found a quest in Barin which could help us inv