Horrors Of The Battlefield

"Pfft! That wasn't so hard now, was it?"

Ater sat comfortably in his chair, one of his hands supporting his head as he tilted it to the side and watched the entire Dwarven Army kneel atop their battlement.

He also saw the holographic display of the Senate surrendering, which meant Justin and Belle had succeeded in their tasks—an exceptional feat that he planned to reward them for when the time was right.

"You should have just done this from the start and saved me all the trouble…" Ater muttered, referring to the groveling Dwarves. "Though, I won't pretend that I'm not a bit sad that things have to end so quickly."

Perhaps he overestimated them a little, but he was hoping for a bit of a desperate struggle—at least, resistance from a select few Dwarves who were too prideful to know their place.

At least, that way he could justify killing some of them in this war.

Unfortunately, that didn't happen.