The light of dawn cast a golden hue upon the rolling plains, where wildflowers trembled in the gentle breeze and birds flitted through the endless azure sky. But the serene beauty of late April 399 BC belied the storm of war gathering on the Sybaris Plain. Scouts patrolled tirelessly, their silhouettes mere flickers on the horizon as tension suffused the air, thick and unrelenting.
Within the heart of the camp, a decisive conversation unfolded. Bourkos, his voice steady yet expectant, broke the silence. "Go ahead and speak!"
