Five days' ride east of the debacle at the Bastion, the Kakunian host encountered only vast swith of blackened ruin and destruction. One might have mistaken the charred fields and hollowed villages for the war-torn soil of Yarzat, but the banners they saw along the road, told a different story.
This was Oizen.And quietly far even from the frontline.
Since his first wooden sword, Latio had been drilled in the sacred pact of the South: a Prince protects the flesh and grain of his people, and in exchange, the people pay their taxes and their lives. It was becoming painfully clear that Prince Sorza had spent his life collecting the coin while forgetting the protection.
He was, by any measure of the Five, a poor shepherd.
