Rubble and ash — all that remains of Phoenix Gate as rain pours from the dark skies overhead.

Clive was half-conscious on the ground as his chin was lightly pushed by the pommel of an Imperial soldier, an agent of his treacherous mother — Anabella — until it was decided that he would be taken as a solider, a prisoner of Sanbreque.

"...Joshua," he whispered beneath his breath, barely registering the tear falling from his eye and cascading down his dirtied face.