Chapter 48. One True King

“Horiah, now I give you only one task… Protect my Queen.”

--Razal

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THREE DAYS LATER

As usual with the Perthian weather, a heavy fog descends as morning arrives. The soldiers are fully clad in their iron helmets and armor, ready to begin the last phase of the journey to the City of Colors. Nonetheless, a great sadness persists.

“We all loved him. He was a General one could easily talk to. I could complain to him and go unpunished.” A Commander’s voice hangs in the air while I tread through the ranks.

“He would crack jokes, break bread, and share a cup with the least ranked soldier in the camp.” He continues, but as soon as he sees me, he salutes, and I nod, bidding him to continue with a kind gesture.

“The Neems believe that for a soul to attain greater glory in the afterlife, his body must be cremat