The air in the underground chamber was thick with tension. Sia stood at the center of a hastily assembled war room, her chainblade resting against the table. The flickering light from enchanted lanterns cast shadows across the faces of her gathered forces.
Maps of the three cities—Blue Star, Red Star, and Black Star—were spread across the table, marked with lines and symbols denoting troop movements and defensive positions.
"Three days..." Sia's voice broke the silence, firm yet edged with frustration. "In three days, we completely lost Blue and Red Star City bases. And for three days, the Black Star Lord's forces have been at our gates. The barriers won't hold much longer."
The murmurs from the group ceased. Everyone knew what was at stake. The fall of the Black Star City meant the end of their resistance.
