The Emperor of the Wasteland      

Golly smirked, satisfied with the answer. "Good. Don't worry about your territory anymore. With us there, we'll turn it into a high-tech fortress — defenses, machinery, whatever you need. Leave it to me."

 

Before Rain could respond, another voice interrupted, gruff and serious.

 

"Master Rain . . ."

 

Rain turned, and his eyes met a stern-looking dwarf who had the perpetual scowl of someone who had seen too much of the world.

 

For a moment, Rain thought he could have been Druger's long-lost brother.

 

"W-what is it?" Rain asked, unsure of what to expect.

 

"My name is Drake, of Scorched Peak — the northernmost region of the Barren Wasteland, where the world itself seems to end."

 

"Ah, so that's what's up there," Rain mused.