Finally, the war has ended.
Duyog, the tribe of the east, surrendered their land to their conquerors without a drop of blood spilled from the necks of their people. Peace, their leader had said, took precedence to whatever power this war had offered.
The mighty warriors of Bughaw Tribe had already surrounded Duyog's fortress with menacing air and proud eyes. These were the kind of men who can yield power even without the swords resting beside their hips. It was no wonder Duyog Tribe relinquished their freedom without a fight.
Adlao, liege lord of Bughaw tribe, sat on the throne made of gemstones seemingly transfixed by the troupe of minstrels singing about the unfortunate fall of Duyog sovereign.
Whispers in the hall were curious about why the liege lord of Duyog had not yet announced
