Votswana, Gaborone.
A day later, Prince Theodore sat at a large wooden table, watching as Lord Reginald stepped forward with a document in his hand.
"Your Highness," Lord Reginald said as he approached the table, bowing slightly before setting the folder down. "We have received reports from our intelligence in Zambesi. The situation has taken a significant turn."
Prince Theodore motioned for him to sit. "Go on, Reginald. Tell me everything."
Reginald opened the folder, revealing aerial photographs and detailed reports.
"The Valorian forces have launched their initial airstrikes. Both Kandara and Moba have been utterly decimated. It seems the Valorians sent bombers to target key military installations and supply lines."
Theodore leaned forward, his brow furrowed. "What about the Matalebe forces? How did they fare?"
