NEOLANDER’S POV

“The Elemental Kingdom approved their proposal?” I sipped the piece of tobacco, playing with my tongue on the roof of my mouth. “We have to move and plan well.”

The thud of his shoes echoed in the room. He was my son who was captured by Higher King Oswald when he was a baby.

"Father, you should prepare the Sugar Gliders to be a great fighter." He peeked at the window. "Their fighting skills are not yet molded to be a winner."

"Easy, Boy. Easy." I stood up, walked towards him and stood next to him in front of the window. "It's not yet the time."

"And when...