Now, everything is coming together!
"Lure the tiger out of the mountain..."
Baghdadi muttered to himself, his voice low and hoarse, with a violent realization.
"Good tactics! Using Mosul as bait, leading our sharpest claws away... The real target is Ashara! They're trying to rescue that damned cook and stab a knife in our heartland!"
An intense feeling of humiliation from being tricked, mixed with the overwhelming fury from the defeat at Mosul, instantly shattered the last shred of his rationality.
"Ah—!"
He let out a beast-like roar, slamming his hands on the table, making the cups on the table jump.
When he turned around, his bloodshot eyes glanced over the room's silent leaders, who dared not to utter a word, every syllable soaked in blood and madness:
"Order!"
His voice carried a grating sound of teeth gnashing.
