In the weeks following our meeting with King Gerbil for his proposal of peace, almost every single one of Hamperlon's cities and towns fell to Isabella's armies.
With her expressing no desire to reach a peaceful agreement, the war continued until all Gerbil had left was his capital city, Amencia.
A few towns surrounded the city, but they put up little resistance to our attacks, and soon enough, we were at the outskirts.
With the territories frozen by the North Dragon and the front we established against them, there was simply no escape for anyone still willing to fight for their side.
Hamperlon, once a proud and powerful country, was now anything but.
The influence it had, the danger it represented, those were now tales for history books, if they remember their existence at all.
Even its people are now seen and treated as cowards and traitors for the sacrifices they made abandoning their land, comrades, and whatever else they left behind.
