After greeting Garduck, Morwen, and Zephyr, he sat at the war table's helm. A hand supporting his chin and his fingers drumming a rhythmical RPG beat on the exquisite wood, he scanned the kingdom's map.
"We're spread and don't have the numbers to hold other cities."
He squinted at the three white pieces on Foliaris, Asterionis, and Thalassara, then the three red ones at the center and at the western border.
As he pondered, Garduck nodded and placed Shadow's written report beside the map.
"Aside from the teams the king sent to hunt Zane, Victoria, Sarah, and Silas, the situation is eerie calm. I don't know if he's foolish or wise, but he's conscripting civilians en masse." He pointed at the estimated numbers, a deep furrow creasing his brows. "The capital has around twenty thousand soldiers alone. Counting the other cities, I'd lean more towards the triple, so I totally agree. If only we hadn't lost so many elite demons during the second event."
