With Egil's arrival, bringing laughter and crude charm to the camp, also came something far more valuable to Alpheo—manpower.
The prince of Yarzat had finally gathered the means to breathe life into his vision.
No one, not even his most fervent followers, could deny the terrible strength of the capital city of Herculia. The city stood like a stone mastiff, ancient and unmoving, its twin rings of towering walls making any attacker think twice before going forward . Even Alpheo, for all his victories, held no illusions: he could not breach it by brute force. Not before reinforcements from the rest of the princedom arrived to squeeze his army between two grinding stones.
And so, he turned to history, his history.
Specifically, to Julius Caesar—the Roman general who, conquered a continent and wrote the report himself.
