The sun hung low on the horizon, casting an ominous glow over the gathering army as Alex stood before his troops. Arrayed before him were soldiers of varying backgrounds, united by a common purpose—to reclaim what Aric, their prince, deemed his rightful property.
Their mission was to march towards the Phoenix's settlement and bring back the girls who had dared to escape their clutches. While they were at it, the soldiers were allowed to do as they pleased.
Everything was allowed, from looting to assaulting anyone or anything that caught their eye. It was Aric's gift to them for being the loyalists that they were.
"Attention!"
As Alex's voice thundered across the ranks, his words filled with conviction and fervour, anticipation and hunger for war rippled through the soldiers.
