It had always been that way. When the leader fell, the followers scattered—mindless and desperate, like headless chickens fleeing the butcher's block.
So, it was the same when the commanders of the fleet that struck Lavista and Zaraga learned that their flagship had gone down and their admiral now languished in the dungeons of Azul.
Panic spread like fire through dry grass. Discipline fractured. In their fear, they made reckless and irrational decisions, fatal ones, that delivered them straight into the waiting hands of General Odin and Prince Vaskar.
Perhaps the Zurans' downfall began even earlier. Their early victories had filled them with pride. They believed themselves invincible, heirs of the strongest naval power in the eastern, southern, and western seas. Overconfidence made them careless. Arrogance blinded them to danger.
And it was their bad luck or maybe fate—cruel and cunning—that led them to Lara.
