"Traitor..."
Jens knelt on one knee, a hand gripping his sword hilt tightly as he struggled to rise from the ruins.
His gaze toward Reinhardt and Nelom was filled with anguish and hatred.
He hadn't come from a formal Knight Training Camp, nor was he an Imperial Knight commissioned to a Legion. In fact, his relationship with Claudius dated back one hundred and thirty years.
They were lord and vassal, but they were also brothers and dear friends.
Even though the horrific wound in his chest threatened to tear him apart, the death of Claudius was far more difficult to accept.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the headless corpse at Reinhardt's feet. Jens could still remember meeting an equally down-on-his-luck Claudius when he himself was at his lowest point.
To pay off the Empire's Tithing, Claudius had sold all his family's assets and even fallen deep into debt.
To clear his debts, he founded a Mercenary Corps that operated on Tania World.
