Laskia's gaze studied the elven navy ahead of her own. Her fan gracefully swept through the air to redirect an enemy spell into the sea as a playful smile danced on her lips. 'They really thought they could go around my empire to attack Skardia's southern shores.' Laskia sighed.
'Exile owes me one for this, and Parthus' trade ships and warriors arrived a few days ago. Our alliance will have to launch a counter-offensive soon. However, Parthus himself is too busy with the wars on his borders with the help of Exile's Phoenix Eagles. Hm, what to do?'
Laskia rolled her eyes as another spell probed her, only to be redirected at an enemy ship. 'Exile had his ass handed to him by Mikijah. That should spur him on to learn Dominion. With his talent, he'll become a worthy partner for clearing this game. Well, that just means I can't let Skardia fall to this invasion.'
