There will be no more playing. That is what is inside the minds of Klutz and Maia. They angrily growled towards the tiny Dorgan, similar of the size of the young Womerasaki, who was also growling and threatening them.
They both knew, this could be a fight that would take too much toll of power, of strength, of force, of skill.
The tiny Dorgan seemed still young, yet powerful; mastered the skill of metal wielding. But so is Klutz. Despite him being born just today, he bears the memory of his past Womerasaki ancestors; he knew and can wield the magic that they have invented.
The Womerasaki has a special saying. They say that a child can be ignorant of the world, but a child is more connected to the nature.
That is Klutz.
He was a child, still ignorant of the world he was created in
