Jovis, Year of Severus, 15, I.R., the 51st day of Fall, Arenfall
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Prince Arterius hadn't slept well for the third day in a row. Without any responses from the squads and Commander Crovar from the hole, he was now doubting the plans he had laid out for them. He paced endless around the crystal ball the entire morning, waiting for any signs of life from below, but the past three days proved to be fruitless.
His mind raced as the thoughts of his failure began to sink in. He could just imagine the delight of his detractors as they would ridicule him in the Senate Hall. The smiles of Senator Lucresia and Senator Ordus would light up an entire city.