Nyma celebrated that victory even as she tried to ignore the pain of her injured arm. It wasn't that she knew the town, or even particularly cared about it. In fact she'd never even visited it before and she knew no one who lived in it. But it was the first of the towns in the Regency that they'd freed. It was the first time in two thousand and more years of recorded history that her people had ever invaded another land. Until then she hadn't even been certain they could. But they had, and they'd won, and that mattered. Now four thousand more souls no longer suffered under the reign of the false temple. They no longer had to fear being sacrificed to the demon king. And the beasts and their false priest masters were dead. None had been spared. That wasn't a military decision that had been made. They would have taken prisoners if they could have, even though they knew it would be pointless. The thralls would have told them nothing. It was simply the fact that they had only been facing demon thralls and chimera.
