House Mars was battered. They had been sieged by House Pluto for a month now and their food supplies had been low for weeks. The toll of fighting and hunger were taking its toll on Cassius and his remaining few.
Darrow and his allies had conquered everyone else. They had managed to scavenge all the best gear and weapons and were now a force seemingly unstoppable. They decided it was time to end this game. Darrow gathered his forces and made for House Mars.
The first step was to take out House Pluto. It was easy. They were caught unprepared and fell in less than 10 minutes. Then Darrow and his troops blasted the massive gate to House Mars open and stormed through. House Mars didn’t even fight. They had none left in them. They simply laid their weapons down and surrendered, telling Darrow where Cassius was.
He went into the war room and found Cassius sitting at the table, holding the House Mars staff. Cassius looked up at Darrow, no emotion on his face and tossed the staff onto the table. Darrow was about to try and reach out to him, tell him how sorry he was that he had to kill his brother. But the moment he opened his lips to do so, Cassius qpulled a knife and alit his own hand. Taking a mouthful of his own blood, he spit it out in front of Darrow.
“This is a bloodfeud. If ever again we meet, you are mine or I am yours, Darrow. If ever again we draw breath in the same room, one breath shall cease.” It is a formal, cold declaration that requires one thing of Darrow. He nods.
Darrow was celebrated. He had won as Primus of his House. Outlasting all of the other Houses and the enemies within his own. His future looked great within the Society.