In war, control is not the absence of chaos it is the ability to shape it, to carve order into the storm with nothing but will and trust."
I walked into the newly secured royal council, carrying the oppressive weight of the past forty-eight hours. The room felt different now. Less frantic, more focused. The central table, usually cluttered with chaotic maps and hastily scrawled notes, was clean, dominated by a large, glowing, three-dimensional tactical projection of the Northern Mountain range Vorath's current hunting ground.
The room was packed, and this was not a casual consultation; it was the formal assembly of every critical member of the Keep's command and the remaining leaders of the Southern Kingdom. The air hummed with nervous anticipation, but beneath that, I felt the deep, steady resonance of the Tri-Bond and the disciplined flow of my Mage Law.
