You were training with your spear when you heard a voice in your head Hello there, infantry student. I’m Empataricha, but you can call me Empatar. I’m your Wyk, come to the flight range and I’ll explain further. You get to the range and on it standing with almost arrogance is a Wyk, the tail swishing over the ground slightly, golden eyes locking on you and it speaks through your mind again There you are. I’ve chosen you as my rider because you seem the most competent to help in the war
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