The morning mist hung low over the shattered port city of Ulstera, the once-proud jewel of Ramie's southern coast.
Now?
Smoke and ash rose from the burnt-out remains of watchtowers.
The screams of the defeated had faded into an eerie silence, as the oppressed Carthaginians sought their revenge against the Ramie citizens who had supported the invasion of their own kingdom, who had endorsed the prejudice, and hate enough to enslave their people.
Romanus banners fluttered in the coastal wind atop the walls, as the Legionaires stood idly by, watching the chaos below as the Carthaginians brought down their own brand of justice.
Red.
Gold.
Unyielding.
Serena stood atop the ruined battlements, her emerald eyes reflecting the charred remains of Ramie's coastal defences.
