In less than a week, Shion and his army had reclaimed the lost lands.
It wasn't a simple counterattack, nor even a glorious victory.
It was a merciless slaughter of their enemies.
Shion finished off the last of the enemy generals, who had been captured and held down so that King Shion could execute him personally.
There was more theatre than actual necessity in it, but that was exactly what was expected of him.
Shion pulled his bloodstained sword from the general's chest and sighed.
He looked over the battlefield, their own losses were minimal, while the army of the Kingdom of Tora lay thick and lifeless, covering the once-green meadow. The soldiers of Hoshigane stood proudly behind their king, tending to a few wounded comrades.
The field of corpses neither disgusted nor frightened him. He didn't focus on the sight, his thoughts were of Haru, and his delicate body. That alone kept him from losing his mind.
