C270 The Ruthless Hand!!(1)

The crumbling walls of Wahotalos, the mountainous piles of Ghost Horse corpses, the earth riddled with holes, blood flowing like rivers, and bodies stacked upon Infinite Heights. This was a world steeped in sorrow, where war brought nothing but unending anguish.

Zopyrus often reminded himself that this was merely a game among the three great families, hardly qualifying as true warfare. Yet