‘I am Raziel,’ bowed the armoured man in front of her, ‘Captain Raziel of the Essenzian Virodha.’
‘The Essenzian Virodha? What is that?’
‘In simple terms, it is the resistance.’
‘The resistance? The resistance against what exactly?’
‘The War of Two Races … on Earth.’
‘The War of Two Races?’ pondered Amberlik’h. ‘It does not sound familiar to me.’
‘It shall, sooner or later. The War of Two Races is the plague that spreads across Earth. The evil touch of jealousy, hatred and ego has already found its way into the hearts of our kind, the Jadore’al. I believe that is what your people call us.’
‘We just call ourselves sorcerers and sorceresses,’ nodded Vinalark.
‘Because that is exactly what we are,’ smirked Orthryl.
‘Imrik’hian can be so unnecessary confusing at times,’ laughed Imaris
