MHD: Chronicle VIII - Necrocula Against the Love of Mylie

Tartu walked steadily across the Sandstone Desert. It was almost twilight, and already the sun-heated sands had begun to cool down. As he walked, he scanned the darkening sky for some sign of the Elder Dragon he was anticipating. Any day now, he thought, almost giddy with excitement. Renalimas will appear, and I will use its immense power for my own purposes. A new spring in his step, Tartu continued across the sandy terrain.

For some reason, he was reminded of the group he had met in the Murky Bog not too long ago. Fire, Water, Thunder, Ice, and Dragon, he chuckled to himself. ''Most likely, they will try to stop me when I initiate my plan. Bad choice on their part.'' He started to think deeply about the five of them, most of all Mylie. For a reason that eluded him, he found her quite fascinating.

REST COMING SOON