There was no such thing as unconditional loyalty. That was something reserved for family, or perhaps for a lover.
But for knights on the battlefield, whose names would never be remembered and whose only chance to be remembered was to die for a cause, what did loyalty truly mean?
Was it submission to the crown, ruled by an Emperor already infamous as a tyrant, who terrorized all who were outside his privilege?
The answer was obvious.
"F-Fuck this!"
For those who had obeyed quietly until now, unwilling to cause trouble, throwing their lives away on the battlefield for an Emperor who would not hesitate to behead them the moment they stepped out of line, this fight was no longer worth it.
They had signed up for war, yes. But not for this.
They had never expected the Cthulhus to be so powerful. Day after day, they watched these creatures sink ships and tear apart trained soldiers just like them.
Naturally, the formation began to crumble.
