Eunid calmly wiped the blood from his knife onto his clothes, returning the blade to its sheath. He knew all eyes followed his every movement, absorbing the confidence that radiated from him. Though their forces were only ten thousand against the Chastity family's hundred thousand, Eunid spoke with unwavering conviction.
"We're going to win," he stated, his voice steady and filled with certainty.
The commanders, inspired yet wary, rose to their feet and stepped closer. Eunid explained that he had devised a strategy to secure victory. One commander, still harboring doubt, hesitated and opened his mouth to question him, but Eunid cut him off, comparing it to a simple Warpuppet game—the same game he'd played against his now-dead cousin, Arid, in the arena.
