Cincinnatus and Sedorum both fixed their gazes on Akpiru, their expressions taut with expectation.
Akpiru's eyes, sharp as a falcon's, swept over the gathered men. He missed nothing—the tension in the air, the faint tremor of unease in Sedorum's stance. He knew the truth: the Vig warriors had not fought with their full might. They were Bruttians, after all, not Lucanians—an important distinction in this precarious balance of power. And yet, Sedorum's claim held weight; the Vig had saved the right wing and contributed to the victory.
