Three days have passed since the letter was sent out. A box of the messenger's guts and insides were given back in return.
A day later, war broke out. As promised, I was front and center.
A mass of over five hundred soldiers marched over what was left of the kingdom. I alone took care of the three hundred who headed towards the castle first. I didn't care about concealing my gifts anymore. Fire and blood covered the area. Men burned to the ground. They cried, cursed, begged, but none of that mattered. To me, they were all obstacles.
The two hundred others went after the remaining people in the towns. The people who had nowhere to go. The dumbasses who thought things would get better—the stubborn were killed, tortured, kidnapped. Not one would live without a story to tell or take to the grave.
That was the first wave.
