Kapitel 546: Dawnbringer

The Tyrions in attendance were running towards the exits in a crazed panic. 

Hidden in the chaos, Tycondrius got to his hands and knees, greatly increasing his crawling speed. 

There was no proper way to fight an armored suit over ten times one's height. 

'Requiescat in pace, young friend,' Tycon whispered in his heart. 'I don't plan on seeking to avenge you, but we'll say some nice things about you, tonight over dinner.'

Pale's certain death was a sore loss. Training a replacement would be a necessity. 

Lone was a possible candidate, though his development was... rather mundane. He would be useless if he didn't have an excellent work ethic and high degree of loyalty to offset his lack of talent. However, the Ranger still needed time to grow.