"The things left by our ancestors were heavily underestimated by us." She put the piece of foie gras into her mouth, chewed it lightly, then continued speaking.
"But since even Kaelin has become fertilizer, then Louis's Red Tide Territory in the north... at best, it's just a harder piece of dry bread."
Her tone was gentle, yet left no room for compromise.
Low laughter sounded around the round table.
Detailed intel came from the front, the Empire Army's line being erased segment by segment under Mamon's feet.
The first fortress lost its gate on the seventeenth breath after contact with the magnetic field, the main cannon misfired on the twenty-ninth breath, the fortifications became unstable on the thirty-fourth breath...
"They didn't even have time to launch an effective counterattack." A director glanced at the timeline, with noticeable impatience in his tone, "From entering the effective range to total dysfunction took on average less than half an hour."
