"Men were injured yesterday, and yet we can't find why or how they got so close to the base. Are our men sleeping on duty? Is this how, if unprepared, we could have lost just in this fight?
Lucien sat with his head generals, one each meant to lead the five groups dispersed on the front line.
General Beige, leader of the north wall, spoke; he was a foreign recruit sent in to assist in the fight against the black clan. They had been stationed at the receding end of the front line.
"We should be addressing the base of the attack; they came from the south wall, which is also the gate into the camp. If it had been well guarded, we wouldn't have had such an unexpected attack today." He eyed the commander of the south wall with a stern look; his way was nothing short of a judgmental look.
Irah, the commander of the south wall, scoffed, his receding lowered brows arched with annoyance at the short-stubbed man who had pointed a claim his way.
