Sour end

The Herculeian army advanced across the open plains . The sun glinted off their polished armor, casting dazzling reflections as ranks of soldiers moved in unison. Banners bearing the royal crest fluttered in the breeze,more proudly than ever before . 

The soldiers marched with a relaxed ease, the satisfaction of loot gleaming in their eyes. It wasn't the lavish rewards that Yarzat's soldier had during the campaing of few months ago , but for the peasants-turned-soldiers, it was more than enough to make the journey worthwhile. Their pockets were fuller than when they left, and that made the harsh roads and long marches seem a little less grueling.