Fortia stretched and cracked her fingers. She brushed her golden hair out of her face and leaned from side to side to relax her stomach. Ever since that meeting, it had been with fluttering butterflies that absolutely refused to quell their excitement.
She looked over the map of Khmet and Kirinyaa and took out a red pen, marking a red X over the closest border city in Khmet, Ashkwan. A hundred kilometres north of the border, in the past, it would have been a reserve camp. Not with modern technology though.
Fortia made another mark on the map and grinned. Frankly, she loved Kassandora. The Goddess of War was the only one who would test her like this. The world had grown stagnant for too long, it had forgotten why the Goddess of Peace was the commander of the White Pantheon armies. It was time to remind everyone of that fact.
Arascus wanted a war? How quaint. Fortia had just the spent the past millennia longing for one.
