The Bloody Rose stood over the fallen mages and the bodies of her fellow Paladins. She limped across the wreckage looking for survivors. She couldn't find any. Josephine leaned against the wall of a nearby building. She looked around her. So much death. The town reeked of corruption. The vile taint of sorcery. And each life that she had taken had made it worse somehow. What had they accomplished so far? This town was lost. It could not be saved. It had to be destroyed. But how was she supposed to do that on her own? While Josephine rested and contemplated a group of soldiers appeared and surrounded her.
"Do you know that you're in violation of curfew?" One of them, a large man pointing a rifle at her, said. "Being what you are does not exempt you from the law. Despite what your kind think
