We were arriving.
Whatever happened to the kingdom, it had brought mourning in the faces of the ones left behind.
Corpses of the uncollected Kingshield warriors were exposed to the hounds of the streets. The taste of raw meat on their mouths satisfied their hunger. Why hadn't their families blessed and buried their human flesh?
The walls of every destroyed house and even those that were standing still were splashed with the blood of I don't know who.
And a hundred tones of wailing increased in volume to create just the perfect symphony of the price of war. It was like Amiya, with her ring sword, had gone through the land of Elekti. She only spared a few.
It was supposed to mean something, that was written harshly on the blue gates.
"f**k the Diltons", a vandal stated.
We had entrus
