What fuels a war? Men? The ability to march on in the face of adversity? Or is it the food, the clothes, the preparations done to sustain your soldiers longer than your enemy? In reality, it is a combination of them all–a thorough preparation goes a long way, but what goes further is always staying a step ahead of the enemy no matter the cost.
Such thoughts roamed inside of Reigna's head as she continued to hammer the hundredth blade this week. Her body was drenched in sweat, and she was wearing nothing but a pair of rugged underwear. Working behind her in the same makeshift tent was Darius–his eyes were glued to the parchment as he continuously scribed runic scrolls to be of aid in the war efforts.
