Fallen Kingdom Part 6
FALLEN KINGDOM – PART 6 General Carpathiel surveyed the long columns of legionnaires and the pack train winding its way through the mountain pass at Skelne. He was no longer a young man, to put it lightly. His days of campaigning should have been long behind him. Yet the balding general, his head rimmed with fine white hair, now brooded while watching his Imperium soldiers as they worked their way southward – in more or less perfect formation – moving like a single, glittering creature. Their spearpoints gleamed in rows unending. Meanwhile, were a person to simply listen to the birds or glance toward the carefree, sunshine-laden sky above, they could be forgiven for thinking that all was right in the world. It wasn’t. A revolt of gladiators and Xokothi slaves in the south had …