By the next dawn, the city of Emperor's Reach rose with a start, as the booming footsteps of hundreds of thousands of boots stomping southward echoed throughout the city's tight alleyways and high walls, proclaiming to all that all three armies, totalling nearly three hundred thousand fighting men, were on the warpath.
Yet unlike the cacophonous city below, in a quiet room on the highest floor of the citadel's central spire, I comfortably sat with the company of Leonid, Hasdrubal, Hamilcar and Abraham, calmly feasting on our final hearty meal in the comfort of proper civilization, before we are hurled into the struggles of a brutal campaign.
"I think it about time you explain your plan from yesterday Grand Marshal, do you not?" I coolly spoke, as I calmly rested my utensils upon my now empty plate.
