In the grand palace hall, nestled within the high tower's secret chamber, a gathering of individuals sat around a large, round table, their eyes fixed upon a magical crystal that projected a holographic map of the continent before them.
Fourteen figures, cloaked in shadow and silence, watched solemnly as the unfolding events of the war played out before their eyes.
"Kingdom of Usra, The Free City of Polynesia, and the Union Federation—three countries lost in just the first two months since this war began," murmured a bearded man, his voice heavy with despair.
"Do we really have no hope left?" another voice interjected, tinged with desperation.
Laughter, bitter and hollow, rippled through the chamber. "If we had any hope, the gods above would've intervened on our behalf long ago," a voice scoffed.
"But angels did come down…" someone countered, their tone hopeful yet tinged with uncertainty.
