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The Commander of Truth watched silently as mercenary regiment of small hoburgs scurried off towards north. They had been of a great help securing the western border of Arcoscephaelian Empire, but had now used up their usefullness. Let someone else pay for them for a change. Kasadye himself had just slain his hundreth enemy, a score yet to be beaten by anyone else. Arcoscephale would prevail, even if he'd have to ensure it single-handedly.

As number of provinces without firm governship dwindled month after month it was time to survey the situation. To her east, vast sea limited the march of hoplites and the other side of a passable narrow land strip reeked of death. Lands due north were scorching under pale sun even in winter already, and people coming from south kept telling of hardness of mere thinking in those lands.

And east... well, from His vantage point at the hills near impassable mountain range Teacher of Philosophy could see all the way to the other side of his Empire and beoynd. All the way to plains where nothing would anymore grow. The undead horde of Ermor had spread like a wildfire, and already scouts reported of new citadels erected in the wasteland. No indication of scourge's direction had been received, so perhaps this was not His most immediate problem. Perhaps...

...at that instant, a messenger from distant lands appeared with interesting news.