Xion stared at the unfolded letters scattered on the desk.
The deeper the darkness spread beyond the window, the heavier the words pressed down on him.
The attacks on Suniva, the province along the border, had begun far earlier than anyone admitted.
The governor had begged for aid from neighboring cities and provinces, but not a single reply had come.
No one wished to waste precious food on starving humans, especially not when the refugees began to sicken and collapse.
Entire cities had fallen to the sudden plague. Their demise paved the way for the Royal army to march in easily.
Considering the ease of the victory, they called Silas so he could use his own banner and declare the North free from the Devil's grasp.
"There's something terrible happening there, brother."
Noxian wasn't any less shaken by the news, and it was evident in the deeply etched worry. "Those who stay dead are fine. It's the ones who don't… they attack anyone nearby."
