This takes place just after the attack on Rona

The soldiers of Spardshock walked into the grand city in triumph. Even though they didn't gain much from the war, they barely lost a single man. The northern-most Ronan lands were ceded over, plus 50 criminals were handed over for the triumph. And, most importantly, they still had an army to continue their conquests. The rest of Monablade can wait.

The parade started with the triumphant warriors marching through the street-tunnels, hissing and whooping as they went, riling up the cheering crowd. Following them were seven soldiers they managed to capture before peace was declared, plus the 50 criminals negotiated for in the peace. Not one of the doomed men weren't horrified, as you would be if you were dragged through a dimly lit cavern surrounded by bloodthirsty rat-men who wanted to eat them whole.

And behind them, in a glorious platform carried by some especially strong rats, was the man himself. Genadelose Een. The saviour of the rats from democracy and corruption, and the man who would forge an empire for the rats. Men cheered until their throats bled, and when Genadelose reached the end point of the parade, he stood up to announce his speech;

"Citizens of Spardshock!" he roared in his iconic voice, "the Ronans have been subdued under our march. Minimal men were lost on our part, and so the way lies open to the rest of our aggressors! But first, for being such loyal and dutiful friends, I give every citizen of Spardshock a whole pouch of gems each, and each soldier a whole bag" At this every person roared with thunderous applause, with a chant of 'Een! Een! Een!' building up within the patriotic crowd. "But that's not all I give you. Everyone here is invited to the gladiator match between the 57 enemies, all fighting at once, and their bodies left over will be given to our chefs to turn into a delicious feast for the whole city!"

A whole minute of unmatched thunder followed, and afterwards Genadelose walked out to his private office. A few jubilant generals met him, and congratulated him on such a great speech. Een merely nodded, and looked at his generals in a serious tone.

"The celebrations cannot last long. The army must march soon to the Conglomerate. I only hope that the Ugrians keep their word..."