The words were simple, but they carried the weight of their complicated relationship. They were equals in status, both great generals of the Arshiks Empire, but there existed an unspoken hierarchy between them.
Remin's raw strength and tactical brilliance had earned him the position of commander for this campaign, placing him temporarily above Iorina in the chain of command.
Yet there was no resentment in her acceptance of his decision—only professional respect.
Iorina nodded once, gathered her reins, and with a sharp command to her warhorse, set off toward her army.
Her army had been present on the left flank, clearing out the battlefield. They were also done with killing off the remnants and were ready to leave.
Remin watched her leave, his expression unchanged but his mind calculating.
They had won a decisive victory.
"Captain," he called, and a battle-worn officer approached immediately.
"Sir."
"Put Saerag's head on a spike," Remin ordered, his tone matter-of-fact.
