Leonce,

Power? Blood? WAR?

What power leads an Empire to seek out their sworn enemy, to war with a city that does not even hold their own territories?

What blood was spilt upon our realization of your cowardice, other than your own?

What war was even fought? You faced no battle, you spilt little blood, you showed no power.

You march toward nothing but irrelevance and you shall be naught but ash upon the wind in the coming Dawn. You bask in Shadow and Malice and Blood... until such a time that you are frightened and need the big bad Heartwood to come aid you.

Continue to hide, Leonce. You are, at the very least, good at that.

Grand Crusader Rasani Morrog

Penned by my hand on Quensday, the 18th of Chakros, in the year 510 MA.