Philip's jaw clenched as he spoke, his voice firm and unyielding. "Look, we can't forget why we're here… The ruler himself gave us orders, and we need to follow through... Striking hard and fast is our best shot... The longer we drag this out, the more time Iris has to dig in their heels... We stick to the plan – hit 'em quick and the win is ours".
"Now, about our reserves," Philip said, rubbing his temples. "We're gonna pull a thousand man from each legion to cobble together a new one... And I'm thinking Enzo should take the reins on this... He's got the chops for it, more than anyone else I can think of."
Enzo's eyebrows shot up, but he didn't say a word right away. His eyes darted around the room, searching for any signs of disagreement or resentment. When he was met with nothing but expectant looks and a few nods, he let out a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding. It seemed like the decision was as good as made.
