In the middle of the savannah lives a tribe of hyaenids, men half hyena, and what some humans of the Seasonal Continent call gnolls. A small cub, victim of constant mistreatment, sleeps amidst nightmares and lives without desire. Until he meets the young daughter of the most powerful matriarch.
Meanwhile, behind the Great Wall, the humans of the Iurio Empire live their lives at the expense of the non-human slaves.
Rumors of the emperor's death spread across the savannah. This news accelerates the Solar Kingdom's plans to invade the Empire.
The species and philosophies of each are about to collide in an unprecedented conflict that will transform all living creatures, trolls, orcs, gnomes, avians, hyaenids, and humans. What will emerge from this confrontation?

Fleas - Songs of the Gnolls I

The doors were felled like withered trees, and so they fell, dead oak on cold slab. The white light appeared to be the entrance to the afterlife, and in its center loomed an imposing shadow. A shadow he had seen before, but not like this. The crossbowmen opened fire, but the rain of bolts did not stop him, he continued his wild march, only covering his eyes. In his hand was a flaming sword that heralded the apocalypse. Yolti and the other knights chased the beast like rats cornered by a cat, no, a cougar. Huauau had risen and was looking in all directions for a way to escape. 


"Don't even think about it," Dannke told him as he unsheathed his sword, "we all die here. Accept it with dignity." 


The taurid easily killed every guard, including Yolti. His wounds, which should have been fatal, were barely more than a paper cut. Dannke stood upright before him. He stood on two steps and could not even reach his chest. The taurid looked at him with the eyes of the grim reaper. 


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