The people of Ruseo run all over the place, terrified of what has come over them. Soldiers with swords follow them and start killing them all one by one, causing blood flow through the streets with no end in sight. The cities stank of corpses and blood.
It was the dawn of a new power.
This show of taking power was clearly filled with hate for the natives of Ruseo, and people had no idea why they were being killed. They had heard rumors of their king being killed, and everything went downhill after that.
They were chased down by soldiers and killed for a reason they knew not.
The soldiers lay the dead bodies of the natives in lines, like a display of their dominance and conquest.
A general passed by in his chariot looking at the dead bodies laid out for everyone to see. He smiled at the bodies.
The natives in the other cities who weren't loyal to their previous king had already submitted and joined the ranks of the new power. Others joined for the fear of their entire families being killed.
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A king in the far west receives news of the revolution.
"Hm...a revolution. I hope my people don't get any funny ideas," he says as he looks at the scroll in his hand.
He hands the scroll over to a soldier on his right and looks straight ahead, resting his face on his own closed fist.
"What do you think will happen going forward, Dricus?" The king asked.
"Your highness, I need more insight into this matter before I say anything," the minister said.
The king scoffs.
"Whoever it may be, I'm not someone who underestimates. I always prepare above and beyond what is necessary. So I can rule over the ones who dare to challenge me," the king said.