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It was one hell of a battle, wasn't it?

<i>It wasn't his hand that was injured. I remember it well.</i>

<i>He sat straight and tall. I thought he had recovered with Delphine's help.</i>

<i>As he said, though, it was one hell of a battle we fought to return to Londinium.</i>

<p=1>At the City Walls</><p=2>September 25th, 1098, 3:03 A.M.</>

Any news about the situation in the city?

Unclear.

As of yesterday, the Military Commission still had a heavy presence in important areas.

With the Royal Court elites deployed around the walls in a standoff with the dukes, however, the resistance within the city stands a better chance.

The siege's gone on ten days already! When are the dukes gonna charge?

If the priority is to minimize casualties amongst the allied forces, then besieging the city is the best way, particularly with the Duke of Wellington's position still uncertain...

But they're playing with the lives of innocent citizens! If this drags on much longer...

Are they really okay with taking over an empty city?

If the truth about the situation here gets out—

Nothing gets out. They will not allow anything to happen out of their control.

People often underestimate the dukes, but the truth is, they have never changed.

Just like how they treated the Steam Knights.

It's only one example... I can't say I know all of them well, but I knew my own mother.

Ethics is the first thing to go out the window when dealing with matters of shared interest.

The focus had already shifted to how to retrieve The Shard tech at the joint staff meeting last night.

So they've already accepted this outcome.

Dagda...

I need a squad, Siege. I'm going to try that Confessarius passage that Shining shared with us again—

I'll be back, Vina. I promise.

Go.

You're just gonna let her go like that?

I'm keeping an eye on you, Dagda. Now's not the time to play the hero!

Well, you'd better not fall behind then, Hannah.

Delphine, any updates from Feist and Rockrock?

They've reached the backup access port from when the wall was first built, but they can't find an opportunity to get close with all the Sarkaz patrols.

The Doctor's team is trying to give us an opening. One feint attack is all that it takes to create an opening, but...

The alliance doesn't plan to attack at all.

Correct.

Delphine, can you guarantee that you'll find a way inside, if there's a gap in the Sarkaz lines?

Yes, but I need help. We can try to persuade the dukes again—

Vina shakes her head.

Give me two hours.

I'll pull a squad with decent Arts skills and some battle drones. We'll feign an attack on the access port at N12 to draw their attention—

You take the rest of them.

No! You'll be going to your death!

Chetleigh, Brentwood, the Gloriana, Silverrock Bluffs... we were going to our deaths, each and every time.

But somebody has to do it. I'm with you, Vina.

There is no answer from Vina. Morgan notices a strange look on her face.

...Vina?

Urgent message from the Doctor—

Loughshinny just went into the Wellington encampment.

...Who's Loughshinny?

<i>There were many things on the battlefield that I didn't understand. Calm and storm, victory and defeat, everything happened so fast.</i>

<i>After the alliance had besieged the city for ten days, the Gastrell, which had long departed the ducal alliance camp, suddenly moved into the heart of the allied position.</i>

<i>For the first time in a very long while, those who were listening to the alliance comms channel heard the voice of the old duke—</i>

<i>'The Gastrell shall restore the Empire's glory.'</i>

<i>Guns went blazing...</i>

<i>Broadsides fired straight at our city walls.</i>

<p=1>At the City Walls</><p=2>September 25th, 1098, 7:33 A.M.</>

Tell the people behind us, no delay through the trenches!

The bulk of the Sarkaz forces are being tied up at the front, but that doesn't mean we have all day.

Sir, there's a lot of equipment in the camp that we need time to—

There is no time!

We can deal with the equipment issue once we get into the city.

Some of the wounded can't walk on their own. We'll need to carry them by stretcher.

You follow the path that Siege has cleared for us. I'll organize the transfer of the wounded. Now go!

I'll help, sir. I'm more familiar with the situation of individual patients.

Plus, I promised them I wouldn't leave them behind.

Grab your own share of suppressant and protective gear from the patients' supplies. Better than nothing, at least.

The closer we get to the walls, the higher the atmospheric Originium particle density. The wounded will be in more danger than us.

Yes, sir.

They say you're not a Londinier, sir. Why would you risk your neck like this?

Look! Another battleship is giving covering fire for the Gastrell!

The Duke of Caster...

Weren't they saying that the Duke of Wellington betrayed us and fell out with the Duke of Caster?

Shit!

Contact his liege, we have sighted a small force of Victorians. Request permission to engage.

Get them. Leave survivors. Find out what their unit's objective is.

What happened to the clouds?

...Fire.

The sky lights up with the fire on the city walls.

The first wave of purple flame came from the bow of the Gastrell, gushing towards the walls of Londinium. And again. And again.

Like the cold waves of death that splashed against the sheer cliffs of Iberia.

It fell upon the Nachzehrers before Shearer, burning away the rot.

Londinium's walls are alight, ignited by Draco fire.

The Sarkaz defenders became kindling for the purple inferno.

Th—They're dead?

Careful. The fire has cleared a path, but it's a threat to us too.

Hah.

In the distance, he sees the figure on the withered throne fade in and out of the purple flames, gunfire from the ships roaring beside it.

On the walls, death ignites death.

Beneath the walls, the living walk amongst the ashes of the dead.

This is a war that will shock all the Core nations.

It is not the number of casualties that will interest them the most... but how many people on both sides are actually fighting for the city of Londinium itself.

It's a long way home for you.