Eight months later…..
The war room was tight.
A large map was spread out across the table in the middle of the room. Thorne stood at the head, eyes locked on the map. Beside him was Caelum, Mason, and the head guard.
"The eastern border won't hold much longer," one of the generals said. "We've already lost two outer settlements."
"They're pushing harder than expected," another added. "If this continues, we risk a full breach."
"Our defenses are getting weaker, and from all angles, we risk losing this war. We cannot afford to lose the war, your majesty," another piped up.
Thorne said nothing, his eyes moving across each angle and ticks of marks on the map, trying to find a solution. One that doesn't involve what they were implying.
