A few kilometers from the border that connected to the Blackstone Empire a loud rumbling could be heard as a mass of thousands of golems and millions of soldiers marched towards Alastines capital, leaving behind destruction with every step. The empire soldiers were by no means noble as they broke into civilian houses, killed the men, looted, and r*ped the women before taking them as slaves. This was the horrors of war.
"Sir are we just going to let our men do as they please?" A unit commander walked up to a tall well built man on a dragonic horse and asked. The unit commander seemed to dislike the actions of the soldiers since it made it seem they had lost all humanity.
"Let them do as they please. That damn King Augustus wiped out a lot of their brothers. Let them take their aggression out on the people of Alastine. Let them understand what going against the Empire truly means." The well built man on the dragonic horse showed no sympathy.
