The room became a haven for strategy, the air thick with the scent of anticipation. I turned to Alpha Orion, a silent request in my eyes, and he handed me a plain sheet of paper without uttering a word. As the paper met the surface of the table, I began sketching out the contours of a plan that would navigate the treacherous terrain ahead.
"The first person we need to win is you," I began, my gaze fixed on the paper as the ink traced the pathways of deception. "Make yourself look vulnerable to the enemies. Once they believe the lies I'm going to sell to them, they will willingly walk into the lion's den, and by then, it's going to be a win for us."
The words hung in the air, and I looked up, meeting Alpha Orion's eyes. My expression conveyed a mixture of determination and confidence, a silent assurance that this was a calculated move in the grand chessboard of our impending confrontation.
