War breaks out in the far north, as the Empire's oppression of the mountain people results in a terrifying backlash. With the one competent leader in the Northern Garrison assassinated, the ignorant garrison commander flings the troops headlong into a highly defended, mountainous position, with disastrous results.  Ikta and his friends are kept as part of the reserves for now, but it won't be long until they're thrust into the war as well.
They consider it neither good nor bad,
تبرونها جيّدة ولا سيّئة
Sie empfinden ihn wieder
als gut noch schlecht
No la consideran buena ni mala,
No la consideran buena ni mala,
Ce n’est ni bien ni mal.
Per loro la guerra non è né buona né cattiva,
Não são contra ou a favor, e muito 
menos pensam que é algo sagrado.
Они не считают её ни благом, ни злом,