One more Drifter flew off the Airship and joined the fray below, each one wielding an unfair amount of strength. The soldiers had lost their talents, and without them, they were little more than targets.
From that point onward, morale plunged to the bottom of their hearts. Men were suffering great losses and watching their friends and partners fall. This was the Seventh Legion of the Empire. They prided themselves on siege battles. There was no fortress they wouldn't have been able to take down. Ryugan? Ryugan was the least of them.
If the Empire had ever worried about a nation, it would never have been Ryugan. They were simply too small, too insignificant. No one had imagined the small nation would spend its resources on sellswords, mercenaries with such deleterious power.
