Inside the former stronghold of the Mira faction, specifically in the main hall.
'Everything here is much larger…' Cassian thought as he stood before the throne, slowly scanning everything around him. This place was about 50% bigger than their previous fortress and far more beautiful, with much easier defenses.
On the massive round table near the throne lay a leather map, drawn with precise details of the surrounding region. The entire north was depicted, along with part of the central territories.
"There's one last faction in the north…" Cassian muttered as he looked at the large fortress standing as the final obstacle, a requirement to proceed to the center.
He glanced to his right, where Bram and Oscar stood, and to his left, where Darrow was alone. Finally, directly in front of him stood Quinn.
Cassian grabbed one of the two flags behind him, specifically the sky-blue one of the Rigel faction, and tossed it toward Quinn without hesitation.
