Novar’s Peak, the oldest human city on the continent of Inuan and the first settlement to be formed after the devastating collapse of the old Hasmathorian Empire thirty-thousand years ago, was bustling with activity.Though, if the humans of that time knew that half-dragons, goblins and metallic machines with souls would be traversing the roads alongside them… they might have collapsed in shock.Which, by the looks of some of the current humans, was still a possibility.“Mama… look! His scales are so beautiful!” a little boy, a greenish tint to his skin and no older than six, clamored while gazing in wonder at a half-dragon perusing Novarrian wares.“D-don’t stare! Avert your eyes…!” the mother spoke, pulling the child into her arms and hiding behind her goblin husband who looked equally shocked by the half-dragon.The winged humanoid however, had noticed and instead gave a friendly wave and a smile in return.Orodan had to remind himself that it hadn’t even been a week since the loop started. Not even a week since Vylrystia had suddenly appeared green and full of life in this timeline. And less than that since trade and open travel between the different worlds of the alliance had become open.Lonvoron and the Collective were the only member of their union who didn’t have an easy passage to their worlds open and that was primarily due to the fact that inter-galactic travel and teleportation was expensive and the best minds of the looping alliance were still working on finalizing a good design for regular, cheap and reliable spatial travel between galaxies for the masses.Still, it was an incredibly odd sight to see a human woman hiding behind her goblin husband and looking at a half-dragon as though that was the oddity. In the time where Orodan came from before his cosmic alteration, goblins were seen as wicked monsters with plenty of nations having bounties per head.There were no goblins in (...)