"...Reality is far crueler." Having given them but a taste of what true killing intent felt like, he shook his head and simply watched on from afar after the murmur.
The more he heard, and the more he saw their faces change and the excitement among them, the more he felt like an old man despite being among peers.
The attack on the Western Plains was no heroic tale.
It was a one-sided genocide.
Using the superior might and mobility of a guerilla force with the strategic weapons known as Skyships, several frontier cities were hit instantly and their own forces absorbed into them and then used against them.
By the time they had noticed that something was wrong, the frontier was engulfed in flames, countless bodies littered the landscape and the rivers which were few already, had become contaminated by the horrifying grudges which those dead bore.
