"Great immortals, please! Spare my life! This war—it was all that pig's idea! I only fought to defend my empire!"
The fat man's face darkened with fury. "You lying rat! You were just as eager as I was! Don't think you can save your own hide by throwing me under the carriage!"
Their bickering continued, their words laced with blame and cowardice. Once mighty rulers, now reduced to nothing more than pathetic worms, squirming in the face of true power.
Riley watched them with cold indifference.
These were the men responsible for the countless corpses littering the ground. The ones who had ordered thousands to their deaths with the flick of a hand.
Now, when faced with their own demise, they groveled and begged like spineless cowards.
How predictable.
He exhaled, then lifted his gaze toward the assembled crowd—the soldiers, the grieving families, the survivors who had lost everything.
This war had been fought for their so-called leaders. Their emperors.
