General Qingzhi laughed bitterly. “When I was a child, we still studied from the Art of War. I don’t think half my classmates even knew what a chariot was. But it doesn’t matter. If I have learned one thing about the aliens on Sanctuary, it is that they are not fundamentally different from us. They experience the same range of emotions—they love, they hate, they feel loyalty and compassion and anger. This war will be no different. I will be the hero of a smoldering ruin, with survivors cursing my family forevermore.”