Fire and smoke were all that remained of Osamaia. The city, once densely populated and bustling with trade and for_eigners, was now reduced to cinders. There was no one left. If you walked down the streets, youÕd still see the tattered re_mains of various propaganda and a certain white-haired woman who limped down the debris-filled street, clutching her stomach, and only one thing on her mind.
Destroying the Ternasida.
The last of her village, the only survivor, her vengeance was so powerful itÕd shake nations. SheÕd been foolish for believing this would prompt the Ternasida to stop enslaving their children. Even if this riot didnÕt make the Ternasida stop, sheÕd keep on until they were forced to listen, until they were forced to move, until they were forced to change everything about their world that was unjust.
So, the white-haired woman limped her way across the burning village. Only one thing on her mind.
Destroying the Ternasida.