Meanwhile.
Vurghen Region.
Friedrich sat at the head of the worn meeting table. His younger sister sat nearby, her hands clasped tightly in her lap, her eyes fixed on the map spread before them. Around them, the few remaining loyal advisors and officers stood in silence, their faces etched with exhaustion and worry.
The first advisor stepped forward, his voice low and heavy.
"My lord, the situation is dire. The majority of your late father's troops have defected to the enemy. More than half of Vurghen Region has already fallen. Our remaining loyal forces number barely five hundred soldiers, and they are stretched thin, holding only a few strategic locations and fortresses."
He paused, his jaw tightening.
