One bowl of porridge a day was enough to remind the refugees of the disaster looming over their heads. The food was running out.
The fear of starving to death made them restless, sparking disturbances across several areas. Some of them attacked the soldiers during the distribution of food.
There were even those who were eying the kids and the injured, contemplating violence against them.
Oswin had been a skilled general in his prime. He knew well the kinds of atrocities war could breed.
So, he had increased the patrols while harshly punishing those who tried to cause the unrest.
However, he also couldn't be too harsh on these people either. They were tired, starved, cold, and desperate.
One spark, and a full-scale riot would erupt, setting all of Suniva ablaze.
As the sun dimmed, he noticed how the people were trembling under the blankets. They clutched crumbs of hardened bread in their cracked, roughened fingers.
