《The Legacy of Gilgamesh》Chapter 56 Words of War
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Morgan's sagacity proved true, and Darius was consumed by a deep sense of contrition. As he beheld Dracule, an unparalleled warrior towering over countless soldiers, Darius was struck by the notion that Dracule was a god of war, possessing a power that bordered on the divine.
Darius's emotions were volatile, as he was beset by the instinctive impulse to worship the mighty. Dracule was the alpha among the betas, the embodiment of what made a king more than a man - power. In Darius's estimation, Dracule was the most powerful king to have ever lived, and he could not help but wonder if he could have unified the continent had he claimed Excalibur for himself - a wolf towering over the meek.
It was not beyond the realm of possibility, but Darius understood that life was malleable, forever shifting and uncertain. His family had been in thrall to Dracule the first, and at that time, Darius was but a loyal friend, or perhaps a pawn in Dracule's grand machinations. He had no recourse but to relinquish the sword, his life and that of his kin at stake. For a man, his pride lay in his family, and what worth was there in ruling over a barren kingdom?
Darius firmly believed in these words, which were written by King Auther in his twilight years, in the Forsaken Book.
Darius found himself lost in the labyrinthine depths of his own mind, his rebellious thoughts like roots that were entrenched deep within him, ever present, and always ready to spring forth. He felt a deep sense of remorse, regretting the decision he had made in the past. A decision that had forced him to swear loyalty to Dracule, even though he knew deep down that there must have been another way. He was not sure what that might have been, but it did not stop him from constantly questioning himself.
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Despite these tumultuous emotions, Darius knew better than to reveal any of it, for his loyalty to Dracule was essential to his survival, and the safety of his family. As he stood on the battlefield, watching Dracule grow stronger with each passing moment, he couldn't help but feel a sense of unease at the cruelty that was beginning to consume his once-noble leader.
Dracule had once been an ambitious young man, a visionary who aspired to rise from a commoner to an emperor, leading the greatest empire that the world had ever seen. His people had adored him, and his feats of heroism had become the stuff of legend. But over time, as power corrupted him, he became cruel and unpredictable, leading to a sharp divide among the people who either fervently supported him or sought his downfall.
Darius knew all too well the lengths to which Dracule would go to maintain his grip on power. He had witnessed firsthand how the king would not hesitate to order the executions of those who dared to oppose him, even his own generals and ministers. His life and the lives of those he cared for were now at the mercy of a mad king, and he could only play the role of a loyal subject to keep himself and his family safe.
Darius was an expert in human psychology, and he knew that he had to be cautious with his words, for a single misstep could be his undoing. Dracule's grip on the empire was now more absolute than ever, and the once-great Assyrian Empire was now ruled by a select few who wielded immense power. Fear gnawed at Darius's heart as he watched Dracule's madness grow with each passing day, his recent execution of generals who had suggested a halt to the war serving as a stark reminder of the king's savagery and cruelty.
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Amidst the chaos of war, Darius found himself in a position of unexpected power. Through a series of strategic maneuvers, he had gained control over not just the intelligence department, but also other key branches of the Assyrian Empire. Despite the fact that such consolidation of power was usually forbidden, Dracule seemed not to care - he trusted Darius implicitly, seeing him as little more than an insect scurrying beneath his feet.
This turn of events was nothing short of remarkable. In any other monarchy, a subordinate controlling multiple departments would be viewed as a major threat to the royal power, with the potential to lead to an all-out collapse of the system. But Dracule, confident in his own superiority, cared not for such fears. As the Forsaken Book would say, "an elephant may fear millions of ants, but a lion fears not the cry of lamb."
And yet, despite this apparent trust, there were still doubts in Darius's mind. He could never shake the feeling that his position was precarious, that any wrong move could result in his swift downfall. He knew that he was walking a tightrope, and that one misstep could be fatal.
As Morgan approached the camp, the moonlight cast a pale glow on the rugged terrain around him. The camp was heavily fortified with soldiers standing guard in stoic silence. Morgan's keen eyes took note of the battle-hardened men, their scarred faces and bulging muscles spoke of their experience on the battlefield. It was no wonder that the kings and lords lacked confidence. The morale of the two armies was as different as day and night. In the age of iron and steel, strong morale was of paramount importance. A war could not be won with men that would flee the moment things got rough.
Despite the gravity of the situation, Morgan's thoughts were focused on his purpose. As he dismounted from his horse, he scanned the camp for any signs of danger. His heart was heavy with the knowledge of what he must do. He knew that he had to convince Darius to join forces with the rebels, to turn against the very man he had pledged his loyalty to. It would be a difficult task, but Morgan was determined to see it through.
Morgan's mind raced as he walked through the camp, his senses on high alert. He was aware of the dangers that lurked around every corner. His mission was not only vital but also dangerous. He had to be careful, as the slightest misstep could cost him his life. But Morgan was undeterred. He was a man of his word, and he would do whatever it took to convince Darius to join the rebellion.
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