Fiorensia had always been a woman of precision. Her life had been guided by careful calculations, by strategies that ensured success no matter the odds. When she learned she was pregnant for the second time, she took care of herself meticulously.
The Mors Dukedom was prospering, her two sons growing stronger under her care, and she had a husband who ruled beside her as an equal. Life was not perfect, but it was close enough. Yet, just as happiness settled into her bones, the winds of war howled once more. The borders of the northern territory were no longer secure.
The Zergs, creatures born from the corruption of war, had begun multiplying at an alarming rate. Even with the advancement of technology, even with the combined might of the kingdom, the supply chains struggled to keep up.
