Drusus POV

It was that monster, war, which just went and gnawed on the last morsel of Ghysem and the Southern Pack, oozing into all crevices, not leaving any single corner untouched. War—with scalding hot breath that charred everything to ruin, lives left shattered in its wake. I fought up front my sword cleaving through chaos, my heart burning with ever greater resolve. The weight of my armor crushed upon my shoulders; heavier upon my soul was the weight of leadership.

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