Starting in Dragon Raja, I Split Everything Fifty-Fifty

Raindrops poured furiously from the sky. Leaden clouds swept across the heavens, and the dark sky looked ready to collapse. Flashes of lightning flickered like weapons hurled by the gods, followed by thunder, the air itself gasping under the strain.

That day, the gates of Cassell opened.

A husky bounded inside with a taciturn killing machine in tow.

From then on, the clouds cleared and the skies turned bright.

Because they’d

all been demolished.