With such high stakes, failure isn’t an option. He’s got to stay crisp. Frosty. Focused.
Dakkon needs luck, skill, and a meteoric rise in power, however success won’t come so easily.
Nature is cruel. Predators come in all shapes and sizes, especially when the land is warped by magic.
Everything rests on Dakkon’s shoulders now, but perhaps someone can tell him:
Elves. Why must they all be so damned uppity?