The atmosphere in the meeting room was tense yet focused. The leaders and key figures of both the sanctuary and Clan Varran stood around the massive table where maps and diagrams of The Black Thorn's territory were spread out. At the head of the table stood Vorgrim, his red-skinned, towering frame casting a long shadow over the group. Beside him stood Mortem, Canna's eldest, his skeletal armor gleaming under the dim lights.
This was a meeting not just of warriors but of tacticians, strategists, and visionaries. Their goal: the complete dismantling of The Black Thorn.
Vorgrim cleared his throat, his deep voice resonating through the room. "We have one chance to execute this plan. There is no room for error. If we do this wrong, more innocents will die. So listen closely."
