The mess hall had been transformed for the gathering, its usual chaotic arrangement replaced by a more formal setup. At the head of the long table sat a prominent seat reserved for Victor, his authority as the Alpha evident in its elevated position. Flanking him were two other chairs: one occupied by Tomato, who lounged indifferently with a leg propped on the table, tearing aggressively into a hunk of roasted mutated beast meat; the other by Perseus, who sat upright with a composed demeanor.
The lower levels were filled with rows of commanders, seated according to rank. The generals sat closest to the head table, their stern faces betraying a mix of reverence and tension. Below them were the colonels, majors, and captains, each positioned meticulously to reflect the hierarchy.
