"Lahso, Garad," The second imperial prince, Yan, said before glancing to his other side, where a purple-haired woman stood. "Miss Oria."
They listened without tearing their eyes away from the horizon. Yan looked in the same direction.
The barbarian army was kicking up a cloud of dust as they moved toward Mara.
"It looks like the negotiation has officially failed," Yan commented.
He didn't know why, but the Byuwil tribe was more hostile to the Empire than any of the others they had seen so far. They also employed more ruthless tactics. They did not hold back.
If not for Zach managing to establish a ceasefire in two places already, Yan wouldn't have even entertained the thought of a ceasefire with the Byuwil tribe.
Burning several small towns, outposts, and entire caravans and convoys of supplies was too much. They did not take prisoners of war or let the women and children go. They turned every imperial citizen they encountered into a pile of ash and bone.
