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After serving two terms in the Iron Army's Building Division, Flint Woodson is done with it all. With his four-legged friend at his side, he wants nothing more than to find a remote settlement, work as a guard or a builder, and find a wife. He doesn't care about filling his remaining nodes with Skill Stones or wasting his life looking for a Class. Wyldbloods like him aren't destined for greatness. But the realm is at war. The Fae are sick of humankind violating their treaties, their Wyld armies taking to the fields.

I was in my garage when the space elves addressed the whole world. They didn't call themselves space elves, of course. Most humans struggled to pronounce Khjurhnalva, so we opted for the easier version. They had a message for us: Forces that had eradicated their species' males were now heading for Earth. Hungry for our resources, the alien hordes annihilate everything that stands in their way. The space elves offered us access to the System and asked for very little in return. After all, cooperation was vital to the survival of both our species.

Baue seine Festung. Lass das Rudel wachsen. Rette das Reich. Nach zwei Dienstjahren in der Baudivision der Iron Army hat Flint Woodson genug von allem. Mit seinem vierbeinigen Freund an seiner Seite wünscht er sich nichts sehnlicher, als eine abgelegene Siedlung zu finden, als Wächter oder Baumeister zu arbeiten und eine Frau zu finden. Er schert sich nicht darum, seine verbleibenden Knoten mit Fertigkeitssteinen zu füllen oder sein Leben mit der Suche nach einer Klasse zu vergeuden. Wyldblüter wie er sind nicht zu Großem bestimmt.