A Warrior's Dream

“The cheers of victory have already reached my ears. You have performed wonderfully, Gorpus. You defeated the Valites without losing a single soldier. Truly, you are a man who lives up to his name!” The Hawe chief's voice boomed across the throne room as Gorpus knelt before him. The court was filled with elders, warriors, and advisors, all murmuring their approval.

But Gorpus’s heart was heavy. The weight of the victory did not fill him with pride. Instead, it chained him with anger, guilt, and a relentless storm of questions. His hands, still stained with blood, trembled as he rose to speak.

“Your Highness,” Gorpus began, his voice low but firm. “We slaughtered the Valite army…brave men who fought only to protect their starving families. They were desperate, not ruthless. And why? Because you cut off their water supply and forced them to steal to survive!”

The court fell silent. The chief leaned back on his ornate throne, a smirk playing on his lips.