Under the Twin Moons [Part-2]
The room seemed to incline towards the throne, as though the walls themselves were paying attention.
"In the east," he started, his voice controlled but with it ringing out across the hall, "is the Danger and wild Forest—a foul, rotting heart of nature over which no man, no host, exercises control. There rule beasts. Stir them. Anger them. Send them against the Vellore line. Then, when the turn comes, withdraw our troops. Let their wrath dash on our foes."
A gentle hum rustled through the court—half curiosity, half fear, robes rustling and the soft scuff of leather on stone.
"In the west, we possess the Sky River," he continued. "Its arteries flow from the eastern mountains far into our territory. We dammed it decades ago. Break the dam. Release the waters to thunder free. Drown their advance before their boots soil our ground."
The words fell with the impact of stones cast into a calm pond—waves of silence radiating.
