Chapter 31. Loyalty

“…None of your armies can stand him, not Babylon, not Persia, not Egypt, not even the Neems!”

--Tamarh

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I see rays of sunlight finally peeping out from a patch in the clouds. The cry of a hawk breezing past me follows, and then I notice my body in motion. I have no idea how or who is moving me, but I can see my dagger in the midst of a pool of blood, shifting farther and farther away from me.

Sadly, it is evident that the event of this morning will cause a ripple in the city, and before dark, every Babylon will know that an Assyrian wroth atrocities in the land. With my senses recovering at snail speed, I notice that I’m being dragged away, my body scrubbing the floor. I put in an attempt to wriggle free of whatever it is pulling me on, but what emerges from me is a faded groan as excruciating pain bathes me, traveling from the crown of my head to the sol