A servant directed them to Lyristae's private office rather than the formal war room.
"More intimate setting," Elara noted. "Interesting choice."
They were shown in to find Lyristae at her desk, reviewing documents.
She looked up as they entered, and something soft flickered across her expression before her queen's mask returned.
"Thank you for coming. Please, sit." She gestured to comfortable chairs arranged around a low table. "I thought we could discuss matters more casually than in the war room. Given what we need to address."
"Which is?" Seria asked, taking a seat.
"Several things. First, the political aftermath of yesterday's battle. The demon army was larger and better organized than any previous incursion. That suggests coordination at a level we haven't seen before." Lyristae set aside her papers. "The Emperor will want detailed reports. He'll probably summon us back to the capital for direct briefing."
"Wonderful," Damien muttered. "More imperial politics."
