"Well, well. Krug, it seems you have to get to work as soon as you wake up," Rubedo said. He tapped the edge of his console and opened the communication link. "You absorbed an entire coalition's worth of souls. Rest in the Bastion for a few days. I will send you to the Fourth Continent once you stabilize."
Krug tightened his grip on his recycled-iron greataxe. The violet flames flared brightly across his armor. He looked up at the ceiling to address the voice in his mind.
"I do not need rest, Ka-Lam-Tee," Krug said. "I am ready now. Send me to the frontlines."
Rubedo smiled. 'He just woke from a coma and immediately wants to wage war.'
"You already know what the first Vanguard army of five hundred thousand is doing in Tarnstead," Rubedo explained. He brought up a sprawling map of the globe on the digital display and traced a glowing red path. "I withheld another piece of the board while you slept. Two months ago, I dispatched a second voyage."
