It was such a smooth and well-thought-out operation. The southwest precincts, which were left relatively unscathed by the 100-year war, were suddenly in chaos. Chaos would be the wrong word. The cities were still orderly. Anyone looking in from the outside wouldn't know that an army had occupied and plundered it for all it was worth.
They were mainly interested in memory stones, scrolls, books, and artifacts. Crystals and the like were irrelevant, at least to these people. They had all the crystals they could ever need.
It was a tale as old as time for almost 100 precincts, large and small. A messenger tells the lord of the precinct to surrender or die. The lord arrogantly rejects the offer, and the messenger summons a Strike Team of elite cultivators to him wipe out. The palace is then ransacked, and every once of value is strategically removed.
