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Chapter two“Shanks!” The very name itself was enough to drive terror into the hearts of the simple folk of Paz. And, by Krun, truth to tell many a grizzled veteran who had fought in the wars and bore his scars would far prefer to fight any other foes than the Shanks. The Fish-heads from over the curve of the world were by many degrees far, far worse than even the Katakis. The converging forces looked to be evenly matched. Any commander of sense would like to go into action against the Shanks with odds in his or her favor of two to one at the very least. The brilliance of Zim and Genodras still smiled in streaming ruby and jade radiance across the sea. The clouds drifted, high and white and fluffy. Gulls pivoted on cranked wings and screeched their cries. The world of Kregen still existe