Chapter 322
The Emperor knew of their technology. He knew what they had developed, yet instead of condemning them or seeing them as a threat, he had decided to "help" them. The truth behind his offer was clear: they were to be tools in his war against the demons, expendable assets to be used for their technological prowess, and discarded once their usefulness had run out.
This should have been cause for celebration. The Emperor himself acknowledging their work, offering resources and assistance to further their progress into technology. But Por, and every other ratman in the room, understood the chilling reality beneath it all. They were pawns. They would be sent to die in a war they had no part in starting. And if they survived, it wouldn’t be on their own terms.
Tahlia rolled the scroll back up, her gaze drifting over the kneeling figures before her. "Your future is no longer your own," she said softly, almost as if in pity. "But you will serve a purpose."
A badge appeared on Tahlia’s hand which she threw at the chief "You have few weeks to settle things down here and gather capable ratfolks that will be good and helpful to your new relocation, if you don’t do it we will and you won’t like the way it will end"
A portal opened up behind Thalia as she took one last look at the despairing ratmen, a look of pity flashed in her eyes followed by a look of conviction.
The ratmen’s current fate was a good example of what could happen to them if the demons won this invasion and such fate is something she doesn’t want for herself and her people, walking into the portal it closed behind her.
The whole room still was silent even with Thalia gone, the chief looking at the badge thrown to him had tears dropping from his face, the gauntlet on his hand hissed as he punched a hole in the ground while roaring out loud.
Sniffling he said "Our ancestor’s dreams, their fight and will that has been passed down for generations, how terrible is it that with all they had done to get us to where we are today, we will be the one to end their hard work with our own hands"
"What face do we have to face them in death knowing that we picked up arms to fighting for the goblins, who has been our oppressors for generation. We care not for what happens to this world yet here we are forced to fight"