Cassandra broke the silence, stepping away from the obsidian wall with the measured grace of a predator. Her voice didn't just fill the room; it commanded it.
Even beneath Rex's shadow, she retained the steel of the general who had once commanded Mordecai's legions, an edge that had only grown sharper and more lethal since she had begun advising the true power in the Underlayer.
"Our forces have been drilling the corridor engagement doctrine for weeks," Cassandra stated, her eyes meeting Rex's with unflinching respect. "The soldiers are hungry for this."
"They know the stakes... But I would advise against a hasty strike." She leaned forward slightly, the lamplight catching the hard lines of her face. "Let them advance."
"Let their initial wave push past our first defensive positions."
"Let them feel the false hope of progress."
"We need to draw them deep into the throat of that corridor."
"A shallow trap only catches the front line and leaves the rear free to retreat."
