"Damn it! They're all wastes! Wastes!" the fat man from Shireck Council, who had always been lusting after Sofia's beauty, clutched his wine glass and cursed furiously.
The always-smiling sly old man also had no smile on his face this time, cursing coldly as ice, "Wastes? They all deserve to die! 50,000 troops! To think, to think they were completely annihilated just like that, becoming prisoners at the enemy's feet?"
They had gathered together to discuss the just-confirmed news—that the war they had waged seemed to be spiraling out of their control, hurtling in a direction they did not wish to see.
Dorne had won, achieving a glorious, unprecedented victory under the leadership of two unknown young people.
After this war, the world would see the rise of two great generals, their names shining like stars.
Yet at this very moment, these two names made the wealthy council members of Shireck grind their teeth in hatred!
