Thronekeeper of Nothing-Much,

Sharpen your swords in the shadows if it comforts you, but steel alone will not save you from the fury of the Light. We did not merely "rout" your forces from the streets of Arurer Haven; we shattered you, like glass beneath a Hammer - as I warned you of what would happen. Each battle does not bring your closer to victory; instead, it only reminds you of your place beneath our heel.

Call this war "great" if it soothes your pride, but know this: The Hammer of Dawn does not waver. Our pyres remain blazing, as does our Faith. Your Empire will choke on its own blood long before it ever lays claim to our lands.

The next time our paths cross, Imperial dog, I will carve your ambitions from your flesh and leave your broken body for the crows to feast upon.

- Lord Marshal S. Kavoros

Penned by my hand on Tisday, the 22nd of Slyphian, in the year 9 AC.