Look at all these soldier-folk - the hosts gathering from all of the Holy See's territories to do battle with the Kushan. The Kushan whom we've already seen to be objectively superior. We can tell even now, even well in advance, the massacre that is to come. We can smell it.
It's all here to make Griffith look better, I suppose. Everything is fated to happen. Even the great emperor Ganishka, so struggling against fate and being his own person, is playing right to its hand. It'd be a little bit sad if he wasn't such a terrible person. It definitely is a little bit sad for all the fodder we can see gather here. Or the slaves that got hanged through no fault of their own.
Been a while since we had a big city, anyway. We never did spend all that much in the urban ground, thinking about it, and it would've been nice if we'd gotten to stay here a while longer. It's a new kind of realm that could have brought forth a great deal more for the Black Swordsman to do, more trouble to get into... but then, given the pace the story's headed at this point, perhaps us moving on is for the best.
The ship looms at the horizon...