Prostrate before the Divinity, with his eyes closed and lips to the jade inlayed tile floor of the throne room, General Yao waited. The silence echoed in the immense chamber. How would the emperor take failure? Not in five dynasties had the Imperium suffered such a defeat as they had on the Gambaknaat Plains three days ago. The Northern Horde was a single week's march from the City of Divinity. They had taken Zajtag Province on the coast a fortnight ago, razing it to the ground. Streets had become rivers, running ankle deep with blood. Dispatches had been sent for additional troops from Kung'tze, Zhanghu, Qu'yong and ships from Kanamatsu and
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