Chapter 43

"Seven feudal lords along with us have already broken away from the Feudal Order on the same quest for the astral city of rising light."

"Norden", Rakeal intoned, "a mythical realm revered by many, the sanctuary of this age and most call it a fairytale."

Slamming his empty mug on the table, the sound echoed on striking the roof of the cabin of this battleship.

"Unfortunately", Rakeal continued, "there can be no sanctuary in this savage and ruthless age, there is none. Not even a stellar paradise can withstand the clutches of the imperial lords."

"We are no longer alone in the quest for Norden", Rakeal's general, Zavir, reminded, "and they could be searching for the same key as us."

"The Harp of Discord !" Rakeal flared, "And I was the pioneer of this, yet without any success in finding even a single trail that could lead us anywhere. We've only been roaming the cosmic wilderness and battling packs of wild cosmic beasts all these astral months !"

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