The Imperial family has shown its true colors! Emperor Wilnius kills our children, and the children of our loved ones. Now his son decres his allegiao the very fn powers who we fight! May the tral nobles breach his pace, and pce his head on a pike! I'm sure this invasion of norththings is also at his hand. The leader of The North is one of these things, they must have called forth some foul ritual t the sky on our heads! Goddess preserve us!-Duke Northspire, at a spee the city of Northspire

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  This world burns. It was iable.

  The materials are fighting amongst themselves. They do not realize the threat brought forth by the interdimensional e to this p. So far only wild ones have reached pside, but no doubt will one of the more anized groups make their ndfall. Only Lady Esstrey seems to have realized the extent of the threat, and I have kept in close unication with her to provide information about their bat strength.

  Lady Esstrey is not happy with the information provided so far, especially when I revealed that one of the corpses she found is from the anized groups. The squid-like face, and pink-purple skin could only be a mindfyer. Regardless of the threat these interdimensionals provide, the more current threat is Duke Northspire. His army has been building up for an offeh the goal of splitting my forces up.

  My forces sist mainly of the native barbarian popution, fiercely loyal to the being they had summoned forth to lead them. The Coalition of Nations has also provided me with additional forces. Quintillian pirates patrol the western fnk, disrupting supply lines for the Duke's forces. Mazurio's tribution is a battalion of harpies to ensure unication are up to standard. ons have been supplied i quantity by the Crystalspear encve, which is still insistent that they do not have the mao engage directly, but will keep us supplied with the fi ons. Eden's royalist fa has sent a general with a small army to 'recim' the north region of the Empire, this a keeps us supplied with a steady stream of defectors, and most importantly legitimaake takeover's smoother. The li sent one of their more experienced liches, he has been hard at work recyg the fallen wherever they are.

  The Duke's forces are a much rger, but less capable force. His own men have great deals of experience against my Northmen, and even some against Quintillian pirates, but pletely ck experience for dealing with the Empire auxiliaries, or the undead. The bulk of his army is made up of the Noble Alliaroops, units that have experience fighting the Empire auxiliaries, but ck against everything else. They have also been provided with a Dalkan mage core, and Theocracy clerical support. The Dalkans acc to the Shadow Ha have attempted to warn the Noble Alliance of the varied capabilities of our Coalition, but were dismissed due to poorly structed arguments by the mages, who insisted that whatever Mazurio were to sent is the greatest threat.

  As usual, they are fools. The greatest threat isn't any of my forces. With the l of dimensional prote upon this p, spatial movement has beuch more... cost-effective. The weakened borders of reality aren't only being used by Xen wildlife to find some new grazing grounds.

  "Outer Ohe preparations are made. The ritual stands ready for usage." A Northman informs me, and I don the se armor. I step into the ter of the circle, surrounded by sacrifices, and ting cultists. The circle lights up, and the light gs to my flesh, strengthening it beyond the usual.

  The real greatest threat at my disposal, is me.

  I rip open a gash in space, and slip to the other side, where I am met with...

  "W-what the fu-" A man loses his head, before he could finish his word my arm had already eaten his neck. His armor ctters to the ground, no doubt alerting others to my presence. I rush through the opulent hallways, searg for my goal. I run into more soldiers, who all take bat stances. One of them breaks a small gem, and a noise erupts through the hallways followed by the voice of a man with a distinctly Dalkan at.

  "Dimensional brea the upper mansion. Mansion personnel are to report to their anding officers for suppression." The voice sounds calm and practiced. Despite the arm going off the people here are anything but armed.

  One of the soldiers charges at me, but his life gets extinguished when I grab a hold of his leg. I eat my way towards his vitals through his leg while he screams the whole way. Another shoots a crossbow at me, and he is rewarded by the sight of the bolt embedding firmly into my mass. Puncturi this scale is useless, I estimate he would o be able to fire two bolts per sed to be able to start damagihe man looks in surprise at me abs his rade, and the ented bolt. I fling the magic absorbed from the bolt through his upper body, and he colpses on the ground gurgling.

  The remaining two men who didn't have time to act, decide the time to act is now. One of them flees back to where they came from, while the other hides in one of the rooms. I chase after the tter, and find him attempting to hide uhe bed. Dragging the man screaming from uhe bed, I decide to apply what I learned from Lady Esstrey.

  "You will [tell/talk/sing] about the one known as Northspire. You will do so [quickly/rapidly/with haste] lest I grow ravenous. Failure to do this will result ih/final breath/being devoured]." I hold the struggling man close to one of my mouths, which gives him a lick across the face like I have seen es do so often in the imperial capital. The man seizes up, and attempts to shield himself with his hands, but I grasp his hands with some tentacles, and pull his face close to mine.

  "My patience is [thin/fragile/weak]." I attempt to improve my odds by recreatirey's teeth right down to the detail, and bare them at him. She makes it look so easy.

  "T-the Duke is currently in his tent discussing the ing offensive! He pays for thirty pert of es, and there is a rumoing on that the Duke is pnning to bee the Emperor! I don't know anything more than that! Please don't hurt me!" Most of that information is useless to me now.

  "Where is his [tent/forward operating base/hideout]?" Fortunately, most of it is not everything.

  "In the ter of the camp!" The man is not telling something, but I do not have the time to figure out how torture works. I simply throw him aside, and I feel vibrations approag my loultiple footsteps, roughly y kilograms each. I slip out of the nearby window, and crawl up to the roof.

  I look around the mansion, and find what I had been looking for. A rge is before me, the Duke at the ter of this few army strong camp. Troops are still heading to the mansion to intercept me, and a barrier is stabilizing spa this region. A normal interdimensional would have difficulty breag this barrier at long distances. None of those features apply to me.

  I tear open anash in space, and jump through. The other end has humans in armor, and cloaks standing around a map. I am greeted by the sight of a woman with the religious markings of the goddess, a wizard that reeks of experimental magics, and a great deal of humans in high-end imperial armor. Before any make a move, I make the move first.

  Growing to a size more advantageous to me, I engulf the cramped tent. Tentacles move around rapidly, and are cut down almost as quick. Every tentacle that gets through cims a victim, turning the nobles into effigies on the spot. If they fear, they will not think clearly.

  "Helga! What is this thing? It isn't like the others!" A rge imposing man mao scream it towards the woman in the chaos.

  "I don't know, the signature is much more powerful than anything I have seen before!" Of all the looks of panic, there is ohat stands out. One man looks at me with unfiltered hatred.

  "Its one of the false Emperor's pdogs! The norththing itself! This is our ce to end the northen' menace!" His words themselves are a simple truth, taining no useful information, but the weight behind them is obvious. He is the highest authority here.

  Advang on the frail man draws attention, and the wizard and cleric ge from attempting to keep me from the o proteg what only be the Duke. Instead of pying along with their little game, I redired sm into a group of the side. Their swords are swung around a few more times inside my mass, before ing to an abrupt end. Soldiers are also p in at this point, but I have my own tricks.

  I rip open another hole in space, and Northmen high on Halshroom emerge from them. Their reddened eyes see no friend, only foe. They charge into the rgest mass of humans, and in the fusion I unch a pieyself at the Duke. It is disguised like a projectile, but actually tains my true densed mass. The mass I leave behind loses cohesion, and starts turning into nothing more but another wild beast. I myself reform to my usual self in midair, and before I be intercepted the Duke's head is in my hands. I am about to drop his head to the ground, but stop myself at the st moment.

  Beheading isn't always lethal for materials, just usually. I rip ope hole, and sacrifiass to block attacks from the clerid mage. I throw the Duke's corpse through the hole in space, a his head while staring at the duo. I will o remember their faces to make sure to eat those ter.

  Arriving back at my , one of the Northmen approaches me with a letter.

  "Outer One, a letter arrived by harpy a moment ago." I take the letter in my tentacle, and feel its tents

  I already know what the letter speaks of, and that it is a letter from Lady Esstrey. I do not o read the letter like materials do. I do not o open the tents to know the message Lady Esstrey has for me.

  I opeter, and read. It is only o do so for a fellow interdimensional after all.