Chapter 39 – Reflections and Regrets
“It's always the same,” Keleusyn said, watching the soldiers march through Stonefell County. “No matter the Breed, or the place, or the epoch, men with weapons all march with the same body language. It's as if something about war is ingrained in the human soul.”
Sthenys snorted. “There you go again, blathering about souls. Please spare me your absurd superstitions.”
“Apologies. I didn't mean to get ideological.”
The two Masters stood beside the road that led to Irylia's ruined factory. They were invisible to the mortals, and the Reliants marched past without seeing them. A number of Reliants were already sifting through the rubble that had been the factory, and the newcomers would soon join them. A handful of soldiers were attacking the basement doo
