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War always waged on.
The battle against the Kushan invasion was one led by two opposing factions: One led by a demon disguised as a man, and an apostle who showed himself as he was. While Barnham had started off with an advantage compared to Griffith's new army, he soon knew that he would be outnumbered, as he lacked Femto's charisma and persuasion, or even the lesser competence of keeping his head in place when under pressure to win arguments using diplomacy like his human ally.
Defying the God Hand went against his own sacrifice, and the fact that Zodd himself came in totake in the piss off his still weak, incompetent ruling felt more than mere provocation: It came with excitement.
"Is my growth still not observing to you?!" Barnham roared at the empty coliseum, staring at the moon as he beared his claws to no one.
"So be it. As I've said before... Ilos has been in need of expansion for quite some time. Consider this a good season to remodel our base."
The coliseum king slammed the back of his hand against his own construction. It's redirecting and forcefully precise strike making the impact into a burstful explosion or a large portion of his outer walls, emcompassing several tens of meters of destruction as his wrist splattered from the recoil.
Still no pain... Why couldn't he use that force when he needed to? Never in his life was he bothered by such disappointment! Weakness? Demonstrations of pain? The bypassing of the very thing he sacrificed his brother for, overturned by the mere presence of dark magic...
Then he shall return the attack with everything Griffith gave tenfold! His army of 500 men was quickly expanding with the funds that came from the few rich men in Albion, and the voluntary refugees who came from the unholy tower, as well as letting in any Midlander who passed by.
The once fear mongering, war criminal known as Barnham was now having his image changed by the political decisions of Vlad Santana, and though few believed in the change in his heart (Himself included) It was undoubted that having more people recruited into your faction was as easy as treating them fairer than before.
"What's the meaning of this tantrum, Barnham?" Michelle ran over towards the open pathway created by the apostle's fissure, confronting the man who once tortured her newfound family.
"No point in only having a thin layer to separate the fighters from the workers. I should know that more than any of my foes. I'm changing the infrastructure. All of it."
"You're planning on diving the people by strength once again? After the previous war slaves you left were barely able to recuperate from starvation, you'll let the weaker ones stay in the frontlines to die?"
"The upcoming trials have forced me to change my beliefs. Culture might not be as easy to shift as one man's mind, but the stubborness of a loud enough leader will have the force to control as many as who hears him."
