A month had passed. Prince Aragon stood on the marble balcony of the royal palace, his eyes surveyed the sprawling lawns of Aegis Palace. Once a lush emerald sea, the grass was now marred with dark stains of crimson—the lingering memory of the Estalis soldiers who had died defending their king. Their blood had seeped into the earth, their loyalty bought with their lives. Aragon had shown them no mercy; his blades had cut through their defiance with cold efficiency.
Earlier, while the Phoenix Legion and what remained of the Estalis army clashed upon the palace grounds, Aragon and Vaskar pressed forward with grim purpose. At their side, were Generals Marcus and Abner, their loyalty unshakable. Together, they stormed the inner keep where King Rasco Petro had taken refuge with his five wives and fifteen children, barricading himself behind stone walls and loyal knights.
