Acid Test

Richard sat in his room with a minor headache, massaging his forehead as he thought about his rowdy daughter. Fiora technically wasn’t even a year old, but she was already a handful to deal with. Eccentricity was one thing, but she had a cunning to her that he could only chalk up to having grown up with the broodmother. However, she was also hot-blooded enough to truly be an Archeron, the combination of which would undoubtedly serve to hurt the prestige he had built up in Norland.

He sighed and put the matter aside, deciding to handle it calmly for now. He wrote down a few letters on magic paper and sent them out. Less than an hour later, both reward point battlefields were informed that the point system had been closed in Faelor.

Many powerhouses were confused at the news, unable to understand...