The War Marches On

I always loved my son, even if I didn't show it properly, even if he claimed I didn't. I did. I'm just sad I never got to tell him this before his untimely death. - Chronicles of Lorentino

The general was dead. It seemed impossible to Anzi. Her father was a brave man, a tough man, but age and grief had gotten the better of him. The machines were trumpeting his death over their channels. Claiming to the remaining survivors they will be taken in time. Anzi didn't like how the bastards celebrated it, she would add many new notches to her blade in response, she owed her father that. At least there wasn't a body, she had seen the demoralization techniques the machines had done on other great leaders and was glad it hadn't happened to her father.

She was sad though. She knew he wanted to see his own father at some point. Even told her as soon as he found Trezlan things would really turn around in the conflict. He was never going to do that now. Or at least not in this life. Anzi was the last of the Lorentino's. Both her mother and father were dead and the remaining forces of life were fading. She knew she couldn't keep throwing herself at the machines no matter how much she wanted to, she'd have to take up her father's quest. to find Trezlan, he had to know a way to destroy the machines if her father was so sure of it so would she be.

Only problem for Anzi was she had no idea where to look or how to get started. Trezlan was thought dead, and despite her Father saying otherwise everyone always considered him crazy for suggesting it. And the other issue was the current machine offensive was killing just about everyone. Ever since the death of her father the life forces were falling back and making plans to be annihilated. So she needed time, a place, and a plan. From what her father said of Trezlan, this made her situation the most Lorentino the universe could offer.