The commander of Ravindor's army, General Varkas, surveyed the landscape around Arkansas with a grim expression. The city's walls loomed ahead, silent and imposing. Varkas clenched his jaw, his eyes narrowing as he took in the signs of sabotage: broken supply lines, burnt-out watchtowers, and the unnerving absence of several forward scouts.
"How is this possible?" Varkas muttered, his voice tinged with frustration. "We've had too many setbacks already, and we haven't even begun the main assault. Casualties from the skirmishes alone are troubling."
When Varkas arrived, he received various kinds of reports. Supply chains were sabotaged, dozens of small groups were assassinated overnight, and more than 50 soldiers were not in a condition to fight due to fear.
