With the stone barrage from the ships and the brutal breakthrough carved by the Fourth Legion, the rest of Alpheo's host landed almost unopposed.
The thin remnants of Oizenian resistance, scattered and demoralized, were swept aside with ruthless efficiency. Whatever slim chance the defenders had of holding their city vanished like smoke in a storm.
Within twenty minutes of the first boots hitting the harbor, the battle was over. The garrison was shattered, with all either perishing under steel or surrendering themselves under capture. And so it was , that Alpheo made his entrance into the first Oizenian city to fall beneath his banner.
He rode forward with his white stallion, whose legs, once pure as snow, were already flecked with crimson where it had stepped through a pooling stain. It came from the ruin of a soldier lying facedown, half his body intact while the other half ended in a ragged stump obliterated through a stone.
