PS: If they keep playing like this, I'll start dreaming of lifting the shield in Seattle. This year's TI is an even-numbered one, so Chinese Dota is guaranteed a spot in the finals, right~?
Blue waves rolled beneath azure skies across the vast Endless Sea. After Aaron exchanged a few words with Ana, Dorn's reincarnation, the conversation soon ran out of steam.
Dorn always managed to kill a conversation within a few sentences. He wasn't someone suited to discussing things. Even though Aaron had ended Dorn's Original Sin, the reincarnated Dorn remained loyal to the Emperor. He still wanted to return to the 40k Universe and fight for the Emperor, especially after hearing some of the Imperial Fists' history from Aaron.
Unfortunately, the Portal out had already been destroyed. Dorn would apparently have to find some other way to return to the 40K Universe.
With the conversation over, Aaron took the Forge of a Thousand Forms back to his cabin.
The sailing ship carried 139 people in all. Aside from Aaron's party of four and Dorn's reincarnation, everyone aboard was a resident of Joyfort. Aaron had initially assumed they were all natives, only to learn from the Old Ones' guardian that they were actually all descendants of interbreeding between Dorn's offspring and Balduran's crew.
No wonder they were all so long-lived. Native humans often lived for four to five hundred years, while Joyfort's mixed-blood residents lived for around one to two hundred. Dorn had originally hoped that the Forge of a Thousand Forms could reverse-engineer a cure for the Emperor from his blood, but Old Ones technology apparently handled creation, not repairs.
Inside the little cabin, Eleanor lay resting on the bed. After Selûne and Aaron had taken turns filling Miss Cleric like a cream puff, she had been forced