The second edition will begin at midnight.
To prepare for this moment, the Knight of the Age of Catastrophe Baine, the High God of the Outremund Pantheon, Lord of the World and the Alban Mountains, has summoned his twelve godlike servants to his Flat Kingdom.
Also known as [Dragontopia], it is the most beautiful place in the universe, and Dragon won't let anyone tell him otherwise. A world-sized treasure worthy of his newfound greatness. For since his ascension, Winkle has grown larger and larger, and is now somewhere between his mortal and elder maggot counterparts, much taller than his minions. In time, maybe he will grow bigger than his ancestors.
The floors and walls of his kingdom were made of gold, and the ceiling of precious stones. Out of respect for the fallen Icefang, silver pillars formed a circle around Wink's ostentatious throne; the dragon moved a large table in front of it with a map of Ortmund so that he could Personally oversee the meetings of the Ortmund civilization.
Every member of his entourage responded to his call and gathered around the table. Even the Sabra bug, which complains about everything, came. Of course, he tried to shirk his duties; in response, Winkle ate him once and threatened to do so forever when the insect was reborn in Valhalla a year later. The earthworm understood the meaning of the food chain and its position in the food chain, and never challenged the dragon's rule again.
"Your Majesty," said Mithras, his most reliable minion. "We are ready."
"Holy Majesty," Vankel insisted, wishing to outrank his mortal Majesty. After doing so much work, he finally got the chance to promote himself. "Minions, I summoned you to show you the results of my work and prepare you for the next battle that begins tomorrow."
Since his ascension, Winkle has worked tirelessly to renovate the old system and guided his minions through the previous Overmond development campaign; fusing the two groups of players together and forcing Wo
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Attend meetings and keep the peace. Now, the wait is over.
Winkle supervised all his entourage until they were all seated and waiting for him to begin. The Dragon God cleared his throat, mentally rehearsing his epic speech.
"Sixteen years, sixteen years," Winkle insisted, "since I, the Knight Winkle, the great catastrophe of this age, ascended to be the ruler of all things."
"More like the solar system—" Leone began.
"All creation!" Vaikr snapped, silencing the foolish knight. "Sixteen years have passed, and the era of small countries is over. Now, it's the era of empires! The greatest is the V&V Empire, which is the most powerful and prosperous country in the world. It worships me more than anything else!"
The servants listened devoutly, for they knew how proud he was of his country. After all, he constantly reminds them of its greatness every time they meet.
"With the army of my beautiful niece Queen Julie, the Whore King Victor expanded his borders all the way to the New World. Elsewhere, other nations grew in size and power; Ga
demag
e, Ba
i
, Thaote
, Teikoku and Nagasta
. The fairies, now redeemed, have learned their place, and the dragon adventurers rule the sky. It's been peaceful for years, but now, tensions are boiling under the scales!"
Soon, the V&V Empire will crush all opponents.
One day, the whole world will be V&V!
"Ofremond is now ready to update the system I designed," Winkel said proudly. "It will contain revolutionary ideas like racial classes, new professions, better experience progression, more opportunities to build wealth, and so much content you can only dream of exploring it!" To be fair, of course. , the dragon will start at the highest level and with the best abilities, but the minion build will remain fully viable. "
Balance should not get in the way of realism.
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Will also eventually be restored by Elde
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The [Dragon Magic] function removed by m gives them the original soul-making ability; and fairies will also have a soul at birth, putting them on the same starting line as everyone else. The problems that plagued the first system will soon be a thing of the past.
"Now, to kick off the second edition of the Dragonborn Orfremont system, we will launch the Dalton Dynasty campaign tomorrow, along with the new rules. While I hope you will continue to impact the world through your portfolios and churches, each of you Individuals will also choose a chosen one to test the new system. You will choose a Dalton child, the beautiful minion of my perfect chief of staff, who will join us soon. You will guide them because... …”
Winkle hesitated before deciding when to take a nap. "Fifty years. After fifty years, the child with the most accumulated reputation points at the end wins."
He looked at each servant. "Okay, have you chosen your own warrior?"
Almost everyone nodded immediately, except for Sabra, who earned a glare from Winkle. "The worm's slave..."
"I don't want to play this stupid game!" complained the insect-like Sabra, as he always did.
"Minions..." Winkle glared at him, the giant insect sulking. "Whether you like it or not, you have to socialize!"
"Victor has one hundred and eighty-eight children, if you count the slimes he adopted." said the greedy Sheisha. "You should find someone in that pool who suits your particular tastes, Sabra."
Winkel was greatly disappointed by the number of children among them. Long made his chief of staff vow to breed, but time and family life have tamed his reproductive spirit. Still, quality trumps quantity. "Insect-like Sabra, take your pick or get out."
"I'm out!" Rowley Days insisted. "Turn me into your avatar!"
Wormlike Sabra sighed as she finally realized she couldn't escape her duties as a servant. "Does he have a son?" Or with Ch
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level game?”
"I think one of his biological sons is capable in the subject," replied Unpalatable Sibley.
"Very close," replied the worm, choosing his candidate.
"For me, my choice is B
a
iño II. said the dwarf Willan.
This made the audience gasp. "You don't play B anymore
a
iña?" asked the Dead Fool, surprised at the change. The dwarf had given her many presents since she was born.
"She has been promoted to one level [Paladin]." The dwarf Vilan said angrily. "Paladin! Her godmother and mother are angry and disappointed, but not as angry as me!"
Leone seemed perversely delighted by this turn of events. "Oh, in that case, I will claim her myself. Maybe there is hope for that family."
"My disciple is not yet born," said the Moon Man.
"Are you sure?" Sibley asked. "Your offspring will be born 16 years later. That's a huge reputation point gap."
"It couldn't be worse than the monk's choice," Camilla said scornfully, glaring at the mermaid.
"I told you, it was an accident!" the mermaid monk complained with a red face: "We, we were all drunk, we were watching Grandpa's "Princess Mating Habits", and then..."
"I will not tolerate humiliation under this roof!" Winkle snapped, although he acknowledged that his favorite minion could have shown higher standards of upbringing.
“The one I choose will be the most powerful,” the Moon Man predicted, “possessing the highest attributes.”
"Damn metagame
..." Death Clown complained.
"Very good," Fankle said to the squid. "But if you're wrong, you can play as a werewolf dragon."
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Reviewed the rules and recent behavior of his minions to ensure they did not violate his "God-like Charter of Servant Duties." "Dragons limit their influence to their portfolios, churches or claims, ensuring they keep the universe running on time and ensuring dragons and minions always find places worth their while."
"Second edition," recalled Mithra the Minion. "I was worried about this sacred organization at first, but I wholeheartedly support the new order."
Camilla smiled and accused her opponent: "You will be happy if someone disciplines us." Only C
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He's been causing trouble for years by complaining about rule stickers. Winkle had suspected him of cheating behind his back many times, but the crime god always showed up where there was no evidence.
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"It's hard to believe we spent so many years playing apart," tasty Cybele said. "Things are going more smoothly now, and the balance of the world has shifted from rampant chaos to neutrality."
"Who else can have the peace of God but the dragon?" Winkle replied, although he was delighted by the positive reception. The dragon worked hard to make his devout minions get along better, and it warmed his heart to see them talking around the table.
Winkel read the rules and regulations and dismissed the Pantheon people, hoping that they would come back at the first hour tomorrow morning and start fighting. Now, the Dragon Emperor has a meeting with destiny.
Tonight is Victor's last chance to achieve divinity before the update, and Winkle has been waiting for 16 years.
Victor stood on the balcony of the palace in Silent Grove, brandishing his scythe and wearing his infernal armor, looking up at the night sky and blinking in surprise. A lone yellow sphere glowed in the darkness, surrounded by stars.
"Moo--moo" turned to pure gold.
"When did this happen?" Victor asked Jius, who had warned him first.
"Twenty minutes ago," the wizard answered. "The croissant gave us a magical message; apparently it happened in the blink of an eye, probably due to a level 12 spell."
The highest spellcasting level ever, and that's before a planned system update. Fu
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Is it like Victo?
How to quickly accumulate levels at the last moment? The Prime Minister was very happy to hear the news about the Lich. The undead had disappeared for sixteen years, but the time seemed strange.
The thought made Victor feel a little nostalgic, and his eyes wandered to the city overlooked by the castle. The small village he and Winkle once conquered was gone; Mervyn had grown into a monstrous Rome, home to millions. Dragons coexisted with orcs and mimics, just as the country coexisted with Gadmani and Bahrain; railways connected the city to other towns, forming the blood circulation of a country; airships even began to appear in the sky alongside flying insects , connecting the empire's colonies in the New World to the mainland. Victor worked tirelessly to develop and expand the place until the V&V rivaled the Spanish Empire in its heyday.
"I think Winkel will be very happy," said the minister. "But beyond that, is this change having a negative impact on our colony?"
"No, its density and mass haven't changed; I believe Frippon just changed the moon's surface. It might affect the fauna, but the trouble will be minimal." Juriris cleared his throat. "The Queen is very pleased, but she will continue her annual trip to Golem Farm as planned."
good. Julie has grown into a caring, responsible ruler who is almost as beloved as her uncle. Although she spends much of her time adventuring, the young dragon makes sure to check on the health of her subjects whenever she returns from her latest mission. "What else is on the agenda?"
“Isabelle Mau
eandChocolati
e de Gevauda
A family dispute arose between them over family planning issues. "
Once again? Victor couldn't help but sigh. Hopefully this is his last day on the job and he'll use it to settle another feud. "I'll handle this."
As the two men left the balcony and made their way to the main hall, Victor considered his role in the vast bureaucracy he had created.
Today, the vizier spends most of his time either on diplomatic missions abroad or taking care of his family, which he considers a good thing. Over the past decade, Mu
mu
i
's institutions have learned to run the country themselves, rather than always relying on his direct involvement. Winkle's empire is still standing after he and Victor leave, something that was thought impossible sixteen years ago.
The throne room was once Fu
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The palace, where Julie now holds court ceremonies, contains a dragon-sized throne in the shape of a golden Vai
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in the statue. Victor often sat there, albeit uncomfortable, while Julie was on her adventures abroad. The Slime Knights, Victor's adopted children, stood looking at the Queen's elite guards, their slime covered in metal helmets and sticky swords.
He discovered Chocolati
e and Isabelle were at each other's throats, with Kia in the middle.
Victor hoped it was a metaphor, but it wasn't; even more so now that they brought their children to the party. Chocolat transforms into a giant wolf, followed by two red flying dragons and two red king slimes. Meanwhile, Isabel summons a gust of wind, and ten-year-old B
a
iño II is playing hellfire while his sister B
a
iña crossed her arms and looked on.
Kia and the slime guard stood between the two groups, desperately trying to calm them down.
"What's going on?" Victor yelled, and his appearance immediately frightened everyone. It took him years to set the voice of the "evil overlord" right, even with the help of Ahenapep's sealed soul. But what made him even more ashamed was that the heroes who wanted to kill him gave the minister a less scary nickname.
The whore king of the muttering forest.
"Dad!" His children all smiled when they saw him and relaxed immediately. Chocolati
e resumed human form, dressed as a peasant and wearing a red turban; the contrast with Isabel could not be more stark, dressed in expensive silks and jewels. One represents ordinary monsters, the other represents hellish nobles. They all benefited from his Layer
Unfortunately, what began as mere animosity between various aspects of his extended family has turned into political infighting. Since Victor was a good family man, offering government jobs to his mistresses and children, his family faction had established itself in the political landscape of the empire.
With the Queen heeding her advice, Kia attempts to counteract their influence, but she often ventures abroad and has few allies within the empire.
In this case, however, the conflict sounds more personal than political.
"Vic, she will take my place in family planning tomorrow!" Chocolate pointed at Isabel with an accusing finger. "Al and I have prepared everything!"
"This matter is urgent!" Isabel replied coldly. "About his heir."
"Are you saying he's about to become the ex-heir, Mom?" B
a
iño I pondered and was pinched by my sister. Although B
a
iña looks exactly like her mother, but her brother inherited the [Insect/Dragon] typing. He has grown into a humanoid crimson moth with dragons and has achieved the rank of [Demon Prince] at his age.
It's like watching the second coming of Brandon Moore, except the shy demon king was never half as greedy and capable as Victor's children. The half-dragon moth had planned to take over the world when he was only ten years old, something his father blamed on his maggot heritage.
"Today is our 16th wedding anniversary!" Chocolate complained to Victor. "You promised us you'd do something special!"
"Yeah, Dad, you said we could go to Dungeon Paradise!" complained his eldest son Briosh; unlike Mom, Chocolat's children retained their werewolf forms, more in line with their bestial natures .
"I want to try Frippon's Tomb!" insisted his son Truffaut, jumping into his place. "Grunin said they had exploding ducks!"
"We will go," Victor assured the family's side, trying to broker peace. "We'll crawl through the dungeon together, I promise."
"Too bad," B
a
iña complained. She grew into a beautiful young woman, almost identical to her mother, although their personalities were very different.
"My dear." Isabel frowned, her eyes becoming jealous. "Once you've coaxed your pet, maybe we can talk about your biological daughter."
Chocolate and her children glared at the Demon Queen with murderous fury, and Victor raised his scythe to stop a fight. "All my children are equal before me," he warned Isabel, giving her a stern look.
"I'm sorry," she said half-heartedly.
"What's it about?" Victor asked, anxious to get it over with. Why did these two always have to fight when they were in the same room? He had to move them to opposite parts of the empire to prevent a massacre!
"My mom wants me to change my profession from [Paladin] to [Dark Knight], this is why!" B
a
i
a complained.
"What happened to that class?" Brioch asked curiously. He himself became an [Essingame Paladin], much to his mother's delight.
"My daughter will never become a Paladin!" Isabelle replied angrily.
"It's good, actually," B
a
iño i said. "Only my own brothers and sisters deserve to be my eternal rivals, keeping me sharp as I fight for my rightful place—"
"Aunt Chia is the one!" interrupted the Paladin, who wisely remained silent. "And your authoritarian puppet Dragon Queen!"
"B
a
iña, I can accept the course you choose, but I will not tolerate talk of democracy under this roof,” Victor warned his daughter. “Over the years, I have turned this country into a crony oligarchy, my children , whether they are adopted or adoptive, they are all rich and powerful. I won’t allow anyone to dispute it from within!”
Victor will never be a good guy, but he's a family man, dammit!
B
a
iña crossed her arms and Isabel gave Victor a frustrated look. "Victor, as parents, we need to talk to her. If not tomorrow, then today."
Victor shrank inwardly, feeling as tired as a happy paradise. "Not today, I promised tomorrow," he said, turning to Juris as Chocolate licked Isabel with his tongue. "Who am I going to spend the next two days with?"
"Sir, this is your one day of the year to be free."
Victor sighed inwardly. "Isabelle, we have a family talk in two days."
This didn't satisfy the Demon Queen and she gritted her teeth, but it was the best compromise she could get. B
a
iño i am more enthusiastic. "Dad, can you wait until you finish scolding my sister before teaching me?"
"Have you learned the third level of spells?" Victor asked, gushing, while his amazing son nodded haughtily. "I'm so proud!"
"Me too," Isabelle added, relaxing a little, then grabbing the children's arms and leaving in an instant.
"I don't like her," Chocolate tells Victor. "Can't you put her aside? That way we have more time." "
"Okay, okay, you already know my answer," answered Victor, who had already talked to me about it countless times. Chocolate pouted jealously and the minister sighed. Some things never change.
"Mom, I don't mind giving B
a
iña look at the paladin's ropes. Brioche said, which made Victor smile a little. Although their mothers didn't get along at all, his children had learned the value of family affection.
In Chocolati
After e and their children left satisfied with the results, Victo
Suddenly he noticed that Kia looked at him with a strange look. "What?"
"I'm glad I was never dragged into the public chaos of your so-called private life, Vic."
"You don't say anything," he said expressionlessly, and Julius said nothing behind him. Over the years, the ghouls have become accustomed to these scenes of verbal sparring.
Kia shook her head and put her hands on her sword. "I can put B
a
iña takes me under my wing and becomes my attendant. We get along better than she does with her mother. "
This will make Isabel furious, even if B
a
Iño II transformed into the gigantic demon lord she had always wanted his sister to be.
Intelligence check successful.
The she-devil, on the other hand, hates Kia, and Julie prefers Kia's "good" advice to Isabelle's. If Victor had framed this as a ploy to drive the Paladin away to increase her political influence, his mistress might have made the sacrifice.
"I believe I can convince her," said Victor, although he would have to use all his charm. "But if you succeed, you'll have to leave the Empire for at least a year."
"What?" the KIA asked. "Where?"
"You said you were craving another adrenaline rush?" Victor smiled happily. "I heard Overmond's Australia is full of high-level monsters..."
Kia hesitates to leave Julie without her advice, but Victor has finalized his proposal. She grew restless and jumped at the chance to take on the challenge.
Another family crisis averted. To be honest, Victor had a feeling that the drama would continue even after he was promoted.
"Are you ready?" Victor asked Jules as he left the main hall, the necromancer following him. "If I succeed, you will take over as prime minister."
The ghoul nodded, he had been preparing for nearly a year. "I appreciate your honor, Victor, but I still want to know why you chose me."
"Frankly, you're the most reliable person in the entire empire," and that's saying a lot, "and you're the only one who's not affiliated with any particular faction. If anyone can arbitrate them all, it's you."
"I...well, I hope so." The Necromancer nodded sharply to his old friend. "The Empire will miss you, Victor. If you succeed, we will erect another statue of you."
"Next to Fankel, I hope." The minister smiled, then embraced his successor. "Good luck, Jules."
After saying these words, he returned to his room and found Sibley already there. "Victor," she said, her voice sweet and warm. "I was wondering if you would let me do it."
Victor knew the goddess of pleasure better than he could scorn, and he always followed her precepts. "The installation is complete, ma'am," he said. "Are you sure?" You can try it with someone else. "
“I would like to help you become a god for what you have done for me,” God replied. "You would be a good fit among us."
"How is Camilla?" Victor asked anxiously. The goddess had been giving him a cold shoulder since the mermaid incident many years ago.
She is still thinking about Se
Angry about g. You may eventually reconcile, but... you should stay apart for decades. "
Victor knew he drank too much beer that day, but when Se
When g complained that Camilla was with her followers but no one wanted to touch her...
The minister had been wondering what Ludwig's final advice was. Now he knows.
At least it finally forced the mermaid goddess to finally wake up.
The minister walked into his room, holding the magic necklace he had been working on for the past few years. His last hope in God before renewal changes everything.
Due to experience requirements, Victo
It took several years to complete the level 98 grind mission. (Moriarty's) promotion has been painful, requiring years of conquest planning and political maneuvering; as for [The Devil's Rake], even the Mermaid Affair only gave him one rank.
Now, with tonight's updated plans, Victor must act quickly. The Vizier had been warned by his devout patron that his overall level might be adjusted downwards to accommodate the new, fairer balance, forcing him to work for another ten years before rising. Either he ascends to heaven tonight, or he has to wait for another apocalypse.
Since his [Devil's Rake] level is level 9, the minister has only one option to reach the Hall of Valor before the time limit.
"According to my calculations, this necklace will reduce your charm by 150 to 200 points." Victor said and handed the necklace to Sibley, who put it on her neck. "Let me look at you and touch you."
"I must warn you, I haven't had it in centuries," the goddess replied, full of anticipation. "If it works, I will express my joy out loud."
Victor took a deep breath and braced himself for success or death as the goddess raised her hood.
Half an hour before update.
Winkle waited patiently in front of the Valhalla door, glancing nostalgically at the surrounding marble platforms. It all seemed like today since he defeated the abominable Odius at great cost; to the dragon, sixteen years was just a blink of an eye. Or rather, it should be.
Why does it feel so long? Because he and his friends have been separated for so long? So much has happened in sixteen years...even the despicable Forsaken redeemed himself, using his power to purify the cursed moon planet .
Now, time passed minute by minute, and Fankel didn't know how long he had to wait.
But then, a flash of light filled him with hope.
"King Arthur's Excalibur!"
Friend Victor teleports before Winkle's eyes, naked from the waist down, holding a scythe in one hand and his armored pants in the other. He must have caught them at the last second before teleporting.
"It worked," said the minister, breathless with exhaustion. "Success!"
"It's been many years, my friend," Winkle said happily. "Welcome back."
"It's been too long, Fankel," Victor bowed deeply and hurriedly put on his underwear. "Sorry for the delay, but reaching level 99 is too difficult."
"Minion, you have nothing to apologize for," Winkle said kindly. "You made me proud by fulfilling your vows, all your vows. If you can't stay by my side, you have to apologize."
"I still have a trial to pass?" Victor asked after getting dressed. "I'm ready."
"The old system will soon produce it," Winkle replied calmly, "or maybe not."
Perhaps the Elder Monster Maggot, in her infinite wisdom, will realize that Vicker's 16-year struggle without a chief of staff is the real test. Nor was it known that Victor had earned a place among the dragon's servants.
"You will love the second version of the Vankel system." said the holy emperor proudly.
“I’ve noticed an increase in loot drops,” his chief of staff said with a laugh.
"One-tenth," Winkle replied.
His old partner paused briefly as he took note of the dragon's words. "Wait, you mean we can only get one-tenth of the dropped items?"
"Generosity begins with myself," Winkle wisely replied.
There was silence between the two of them. At the end, Winkle's Manlin chuckles, and the Maggot Emperor smiles happily. "Some things never change," the Prime Minister mused.
"I understand why time feels so long," the dragon said, his heart warmed by their old friendship. "I have many servants but only one friend. Although it feels glorious to stand atop the treasure, it is also lonely."
"It's never too late," the minister reassured him. "The first time is always the hardest."
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Finally got time to visit his earthly family, praise Julie's work, and see ge
Children of alissime...the dragon longs for a longed-for vacation. Soon, he'll get it.
All is well with the world.
Until a long-forgotten voice broke the warm atmosphere.
"We're
udo!”
Time paused for five seconds in the Hall of Valor, although neither Vankel nor his entourage were affected.
However, the psychological effects destroy Dragon; especially when he teleports across the platform like a ghost straight out of a dark, forgotten past.
He's like the dragon's old nightmare, an immortal paragon of evil. But if anything, he got worse as time went on, his dusty bones wrapped in a lead suit, powerful rings on each hand, and his head Wearing a fake crown. There was a look of poverty in his empty eyes, a long-buried sin that had never been completely extinguished.
No…
Suddenly, everything made sense. Why the Forsaken turned the cursed lead moon into gold under the pretense of redemption. Why he remained unknown for so many years lulled Winkle into a false sense of security while preparing for the final cruelty.
The angry roar of a dragon echoed in the Hall of Valor, breaking the boundaries of time.
"FUUUUUUUURRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIBBBOOOOONNNNN!"
"Future day?" Victor's reaction was more surprise than anger, although he was startled by the booming voice of his old friend. "What are you doing here?"
"How could I not have appeared?" the Lich rasped, his body crackling with magic. "After achieving all my ambitions, how could I turn down the chance to humiliate Knight Baine again?!"
"Don't tell me..."
"You will not become a god, Victor!" The Necromancer raised his hands dramatically, and lightning shot out from his fingers, illuminating the sacred realm. "I want!"
"You've been waiting for 16 years, working as hard as me to become a god..." Victor's friend continued slowly, surprised by his nemesis's crazy persistence, "Just to piss off Fankel one last time?"
The Lich has no lips, but his teeth seem to form into a cruel smile.
"I have nothing better to do."
His evil has no limits; he doesn't get bored either.
Your minions are affected by the final boss Fu
ibo
challenge!
This is a formidable enemy!
"Minion!" Winkle shouted as Victor readied his weapon to fight V&V's ultimate enemy. "Kick his ass!"
"You're going back into my scythe, Fu
i!" Victor shouted.
"Or I will seal you inside!" the lich roared, casting a spell. "Meteor shower!"
The Dragon God watched as spells fought against spells, scythes against scepters, and sparks lit up the Hall of Valor. Explosions shook the platform, reality tearing itself apart as the system prepared to enter its new phase.
This is how "Outremont, First Edition" ends.
With gold and lead.
