Chapter Five PiceptusBeneath the hot sun, Piceptus stood gazing down at his army. His vantage point was a small mountain range that shielded the salt plain from the desert beyond. His black cloak swirled behind him in the hot breeze. The seasonal change meant water would be worth more than gold to the vagrants and criminals who made up his army. Many legions had been deployed with Lordus, his general, and soon they would be returning. Something has to be done, Piceptus thought.
‘Brother, Lordus is only a day away from docking his ships. Another day of walking will see his return. He brings a great victory with him. The soulbankers have been defeated and the souls are ours. And we have the Healing Stone. Soon we will taste a victory like no other.’
His handsome face turned to greet Amual.
