Compared to the omnipotent, omnipresent Mother Goddess, this army before his eyes was one of Argentoratum's more realistic resources to rely on. Only when they had exterminated the damned Sharp-Eared Elves, would their days of fear finally end, the war tax will stop being collected, and their forcefully bought items could be redeemed with the paper voucher they held.
Nobody can escape the heavy blow of failure on a shared line.
