Genadelose sat in his chambers, mulling over life. The hairs on his back were growing greyer by the month, even though he tried to hide it from his subjects. The fact was, soon his days would be numbered, and he currently had no heir to continue his lineage. That is, if there even is a Spardshock to hand to an heir.

Reports have come of a massive army, well over 20,000 in size. There was no way Spardshock's half-killed army would survive. Despite recieveing a force of roughly 14,000 in the near future, it still might not be enough to defeat the Ronans. Then suddenly, Genadelose got an idea. It was a terrible one, but might be the only way to save Spardshock.

"Bloediger, come here. I've got a plan!" Since the army offices were so closeto Genadeloses rooms (he himself was a general after all) the Chief of the Armies, Bloediger, entered the room within minutes.

"What is it, most powerful Een?"

"As your aware, a very large amount of Ronan forces will approach from the north. Despite soon receiving forces from our friends of [REDACTED] and [REDACTED], it won't quite be enough to guarantee victory, and as you know, we must guarantee it wherever possible"

"That is true, glorious leader. What strategy do you plan on deploying?"

"I know this will cause a lot of unrest, but it's necessary to save the country. We must move a large amount of citizens north, preferably from outside of Spardshock. Between 5,000 and 10,000 will work well."

"Sir, with all due respect, you can't honestly expect mere citizens to win this war for us? I know they have training, but they still cannot stand up to a force that strong! We'll be crushed!"

"Normal citizens would, dear Bloediger," explained Genadelose, "but I have heard of this...disease, apparently it's come from Formosa. It...revives the dead, turns them into monsters that don't know pain, monsters that live to eat the flesh of humans, monsters that cannot die! These 'things', especially if the infected were those of our nation, would devastate the enemy army. They would infect their soldiers, turning them against themselves, monsters that crave to kill. Victory would be all but guaranteed."

Through Genadelose's speech Bloediger listened in silent horror. His own leader was asking to purposefully commit genocide against his own nation, just to kill the Ronans. "Sir, what the fuck are you suggesting?! Killing our own families, turning them into monsters?! Destroying our own nation just to destroy theirs? Just listen to yourself, Genadelose! It's fucking crazy!"

"If we don't do this, many more innocent lives will perish, and the flame of Spardshock will be gone forever. It's this or defeat, Bloediger"

"If you want to carry this out, find another fucking man. It's insane"

"Bloediger! This is the only way! We'll make it as painless as possible for them. We'll select criminals and murderers first, we don't want to rip families apart too much. You've got to understand; this has to be done."

Realizing the truth in Genadelose's words, Bloediger came to his senses and calmed down. A simple 'fine' was all he could whisper, as he walked out the room to start the transportation north of the 6,585 criminals that were currently either locked in a dungeon somewhere, or even suspected of a crime and still living outside. They all had to move.

For the good of the Empire. They must die.