Dusksnow Morningstar was caught on the threshold of becoming a full titled king. It wasn’t a high threshold, but neither was it a low one. At the moment, he felt like he’d suddenly stuffed three massive buns into his mouth after going without food for three days and nights. Delicious and nutritious, however, all were lodged in his throat.

Swallowing them would fill him up, but he was almost choking to death on them instead.

When he saw Netherdragon—the same peak half step king as him—it was like glimpsing water. The dragon would wash down all of the buns for him, freeing him from limbo and ensuring that he could eat his fill!

Thus, a fearsome shower of physical arrows followed the rain of a hundred and eight arrows of light.

Netherdragon was a little...