It didn't take long for a plan to take shape.
Arlon and June would head for the fronts that had been neglected—places where the fighting was quieter, not because they lacked danger but because they lacked attention.
Some of these battlefields had been ignored due to sheer distance, too far from major hubs for most players to reach in time.
Others were impossible due to the higher level Keldars attacking them.
And a few... were simply forgotten. Since fighting on those fronts wouldn't give recognition or rewards, the players simply chose to ignore them.
But the Keldars hadn't forgotten. They were still there—spreading, pushing, breaking the lines.
Of course, the Trionian army reached everywhere.
And they were strong. Trion had always produced powerful warriors, mages, defenders—stronger than most Keldars, stronger even than the Demons in a straight fight.
But that was the problem.
Because even if a Trionian struck down a Demon, it didn't matter.
