'If only we exported more specialized goods like Ranial's marine products, or if our agricultural produce had the bulk, diversity, and quality comparable to Ariel, then…' Nimrod knew it was useless contemplating these things, but he had no choice.
It felt like the life of his Nation was flashing before his eyes.
'The Great Nations won't help us, and our allied Nations are turning a blind eye, clearly because they're looking for ways to benefit from this situation. I won't even be surprised if they're somehow helping the Revolutionary Army in secret…'
Then, there were the smaller settlements surrounding Sarvos—ones that weren't officially Nations. Their military might was relatively low, but if they banded together to help Sarvos, the Civil War would already be over.
However… they didn't!
The reason was very obvious to Nimrod, and even the High Chancellor before him.
