Tiberius’s pov.

I stood at the edge of what used to be the southern training field. The smoldering remains whispered the names of every warrior I had failed to protect. My fingers tightened around the hilt of my sword. I inhaled slowly. Rage would not help me now. Discipline would.

Victor approached, his face hard and his knuckles bloodied. "We’ve rounded up the wounded and buried our dead."

I nodded, still staring at the destruction. "How many?"

He hesitated. ...