Chapter 84
- Tiberius’s pov.
- I stood at the edge of what used to be the southern training field. The smoldering remains whispered the names of every warrior I had failed to protect. My fingers tightened around the hilt of my sword. I inhaled slowly. Rage would not help me now. Discipline would.
- Victor approached, his face hard and his knuckles bloodied. "We’ve rounded up the wounded and buried our dead."