War had a peculiar way of traveling.
Armies always marched on roads. Merchants traveled mostly by caravans. But news... news traveled faster than both.
Before Krynova's soldiers reached the walls of Kufashr, every throne on the continent had already heard whispers of the coming conflict.
Some welcomed it, others feared it. Most simply watched and used their brains, testing the waters of both nations.
Who knows, they might knock on their doors next, a possibility in a warring era.
Best case, they could take advantage of two weakened and wounded beasts even.
For kings and emperors, another man's war was often an opportunity.
The Great Murak Empire, the largest nation on the continent. The oldest, the richest, and also the most feared.
Within the imperial palace of white marble, dozens of ministers stood beneath towering pillars. Sunlight streamed through colored glass, painting the floor with shades of gold and crimson.
At the palace's heart rested the Dragon Throne.
