That was the rot the Coalition had been swallowing. In fact, this precise layer of deception was the sole reason Sol's squads had been able to execute the dawn raid with such terrifying, flawless success.
As they had given them info that Veynar warriors were cowering in fear, and many had already ran away. The message was clear: You can easily come and conquer the Veynar Spire whenever you wish.
This gave them an immense boost in arrogance, resulting in them being lax, having feasts and wasting away without any care.
Their pride was already bloated from their sheer four-thousand-man mass; receiving confirmation that the Veynar were reduced to throwing teenagers into the furnace was the exact spark needed to make them discard all military caution.
They weren't marching to a war… they were running to a slaughter, desperate to claim the credit for trampling the last seeds of the Veynar.
