Vincent left the saloon and walked toward the command center, the taste of whiskey lingering on his tongue. He had been preoccupied with the recent events on Akarios Island, but the conversation with Harper had brought clarity to what needed to be done. Their forces were strong, their strategies sound, but they faced threats that conventional weapons couldn't always handle. The magical barriers and abilities of their enemies continued to give them an edge, one that Vincent could no longer ignore.
He entered the command center, nodding to the guards stationed at the entrance. Inside, the atmosphere was tense. Officers worked diligently at their stations, poring over maps, reports, and intelligence data. Vincent moved to his office, closing the door behind him as he approached his desk.
