"Ali, my son," Zaganos Pasha called out, his voice echoing with the gravitas of a seasoned warrior, his face set in stone.
"Yes, father."
His tone was sombre, a quiet storm brewing in his eyes. "I want no more talk of revenge from you."
"But, father…"
"Listen well, my son. We Ottomans ascended through our martial prowess, and now we find ourselves vanquished, outmanoeuvred in warfare. Our current strength is far not enough to challenge the Rumelians under the thief Antonius De'Ricci. I may be too old to witness our resurgence, but you and your brothers must seize this chance to learn from them. Study their soldiers' discipline, the intricacies of their command, the mechanics of their new weapons. Understand their strategies and contemplate our own path to victory. This is your duty – far more crucial than fleeing your arse back to Anatolia in a fit of agitation."