Marthio's pov:
A month had passed since the fall of the Gods' Finger, the ancient fortress that once seemed impregnable, now under the rebels. In that time, lord Marthio had wasted no moment in mounting his response. He had led his army down the Everlasting Road, an ancient stone route that carved through the empire's southern block from Romelia up to the Finger .
Remarkably, they had marched three-quarter of the entire length of it in just under ten days, a pace unheard of for such a large force. Over twenty-five kilometers each day, through rain, cold, and rough terrain — a feat that had pushed men and horses to their very limits.
