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"Lord, new low realms have appeared"

Sitting upon a golden throne, the Lord raised her head from the lazy position it was held upon her hand.

"New realms? Have the Gauls already invaded yet?"

"Yes my lord, it won't be long till they break a hole big enough through the veil that we will be able to recruit."

"Good, send for the prophets"

"Yes my Lord."

Leaving the throne room the servant summons a teleportation token before crushing it.

…

"Prophet you and your ilk have been summoned to the throne."

"You have 5 minutes to prepare yourself."

Heading out of the window the servant looks out and sees the prosperous city.

Ivory towers pierce the heavens, streets filled with well dressed citizens.

The city was a place of prosperity.

But further down barely in the horizon you could see the smoke of an industrial district.

Though that was only a smokescreen for the lower class.

They did not know, they couldn't know.

That was where the undesirables were sent.

A useless citizen, a rival political figure, a revolutionary, all are sent to that district to work the rest of their days.

Sighing, the servant walks back to the middle of the room bringing out another teleportation token, though this one looked more regal.

​ The prophets had freshened up.

They no longer looked like they had not shaved nor bathed in weeks but now looked like presentable elves of power.

…

Once the servant had teleported them to the door of the throne room he opened the door for them all the while announcing their presence.

"Lord, I have brought the prophets"

The servant kneeled down, head held low to show his subservience.

With a wave of his hand, the Lord of Enelia, the largest kingdom of elves in the middle realm, brought the prophets in front of herself.

Her golden eyes bore holes into the prophets.

"Tell me…" she begins her glare deepening

"Is there any one of significant talent that we need to be wary of"

Stuttering the prophets are unable to properly respond for a moment.

"You know we cannot see much with the veil over the low realms, however from what we have seen there are no outliers this time" the prophets respectfully explain.

"None…"

"Then explain why the spies have gathered evidence of more than a dozen queen Gauls have been slaughtered only a handful of hours after their initial arrival"

The glare of the Lord deepens.

"You are lying there is something of significance in those low realms."

"There is none!" The head prophet hurriedly exclaims trying to cover up for his lies.

"Have him executed, I have given them a chance and they have chosen to forsake their lives."

"Yes my Lord."

…

I brought the prophets to the execution chamber before leaving them with the royal executioner.

After that I went back to the throne room where my Lord was waiting for me.

"Walk with me" she orders

"Do you think I was too harsh?"

"Your decisions are final my Lord, if you thought it was right then it was right"

"Stop with the pleasantries, I want to know not as a lord but as a sister, as a fellow high elf"

"If you would allow me then I would say no you were not to harsh"

"They were given their chance, to be allowed to live even after their own empire was put to ruin us the greatest mercy but to forsake that mercy is deserving of death"

"Even if they would have been useful as tier 3 powers"

"Yes even so, traitors should not be kept"

Nodding as if she had gotten her answer she waves me off with one last instruction.

"Send some tier 7 and 8 scouts into the low realms; we can not rely on the information of another race for long."

…

The Gaul race were like a beehive with only one exception; they had a king instead of a queen.

They were a conqueror species meaning they had the tools to pierce the lower realms veil and invade.

Although it took much resources for only being able to send up to tier 6 and at the moment tier 8's into the lower realms.

Even then that was usually enough in the early stages however…

"Your telling me that an encampment was not only destroyed but dozens of queens have been killed" the king of the Gaul's roared in frustration.

Swinging his arm the messenger's head was cut off.

Several servants descended upon the corpse cannibalizing the dead body.

"What of the elves had our assault on their front been successful." The Lord commanded, pointing at one of his advisors.

"My lord, the fronts have been shattered, our troops are being overwhelmed."

"Incompetent fool! We outnumbered them 30 to 1. How!!?"

"It appears an ascended has appeared amongst them." Another advisor stated covering for the cowering advisor.

"An ascended! The elves have another!"

"Pull the troops back. I will personally deal with this."

"Send more troops and queens to the low realm, you can even send the army we had withdrawn." The Gaul lord commanded.

…

We had been sent to survey the low realm that had killed countless Gaul.

We arrived in a vast forest.

Filled with vegetation it was a perfect environment for us elves.

What we had seen so far was disappointing.

The humans as they were called were incompetent in combat.

They might be useful for technology seeing as some had guns.

Although that wasn't impressive, what was impressive was that they had developed those before being transported here.

Most species that were transmigrated to the inter-realm competition were species of strength or low technology.

It wasn't until they had developed their strength to a certain level that they had a need for advanced technology.

The guns were not aether conductive so they would not be useful against anything over tier 8 but if they were properly taught to make aether conductive weapons they would be a massive boost to the lords kingdom.

However they were not aether conductive.

…

When we had arrived back to the kingdom we were immediately ushered Into the lords study to report on our intelligence.

…

"I see, a perfect subordinate species then."

The lord smiled after hearing of their technological prowess.

"Send for the exploration team to set up an outpost we will be recruiting"

"Yes my Lord"