The chilling wind whipped across the northern plains as Hinata made her way back from the fortress of Warlord Thalos. The sun had long set, leaving the land shrouded in darkness, illuminated only by the faint light of the moon. She rode swiftly, knowing that every second counted. With the northern warlords already suspicious of one another, she had lit the spark of dissent in both Dagmir and Thalos. But Korgon, their self-declared leader, would soon sense the shifting tides.
As she reached the outskirts of a dense forest, Hinata slowed her horse and scanned the area. She needed a place to rest before moving onward. The plan was coming together, but her mission was far from over. Korgon, the largest threat, was still untouchable without further preparation. Not only was he ruthless, but his army was growing, absorbing smaller factions and threatening the balance of power. If Thalos or Dagmir made any rash moves, Korgon would retaliate swiftly and mercilessly.
Yet, there was more than just politics in the air tonight. Hinata could feel something lurking in the shadows—a presence that unsettled her instincts. She dismounted, tethering her horse to a nearby tree, and closed her eyes, focusing her energy. She summoned a soft glow of light magic, illuminating the area around her.
"Who's there?" she called out, her voice steady but commanding.
For a moment, there was silence. Then, a figure emerged from the shadows, stepping into the edge of the light. It was a man clad in dark robes, his face concealed beneath a hood. His presence was ominous, but Hinata didn't sense hostility. Not yet.
"I come with a message," the man said, his voice low and calm. "For the one they call Hinata."
Her hand hovered near the hilt of her dagger, but she didn't draw it. "Who sent you?"
"The one who sees all," the man replied cryptically. "The truth has many faces, Lady Hinata. And the alliances you weave are more fragile than you think."
Hinata's eyes narrowed. She didn't have time for riddles, especially from an unknown messenger. "Speak plainly. If you have a message, deliver it."
The man's eyes gleamed from beneath the hood. "Korgon knows. He is aware of your meetings with Thalos and Dagmir. He suspects betrayal, though he does not yet know the full extent of your plans."
Hinata's heart raced, though she kept her face impassive. If Korgon already suspected her, the delicate balance she had created between the warlords could unravel in an instant. And if Korgon moved against her now, she would lose the chance to turn them against him.
"How do you know this?" she asked sharply.
The man tilted his head, as if amused by her question. "I have my ways. The shadows speak to those who listen."
She didn't trust this stranger, but his words sent a chill down her spine. If Korgon knew, her options were rapidly narrowing. She couldn't risk waiting for Thalos or Dagmir to act. She would have to move faster, strike before Korgon had time to solidify his suspicions.
Hinata's voice hardened. "If this is true, why warn me? What do you gain from this?"
The man smiled, a cold, distant expression. "Because chaos serves my master's interests. And I believe you will play your part well in the chaos that is to come."
With that, the man melted back into the darkness, vanishing as quickly as he had appeared. Hinata was left alone, her mind racing with the implications of the warning. She had to act quickly—every moment spent hesitating would give Korgon the upper hand.
Rimuru - The War Council
Back in Rimuru, the mood in the war council was tense. Padrino sat at the head of the table, surrounded by his most trusted advisors—Marko, Asuna, Vincent, and Prince Benimaru. The air was thick with the weight of decisions yet to be made.
Marko, ever the strategist, leaned forward, his face etched with concern. "We're running out of time, Padrino. Korgon is consolidating his forces faster than expected. If we don't make our move soon, we'll be facing the full might of the northern alliance."
Padrino nodded, his mind working through the options. He knew Marko was right. With Korgon's influence spreading, Rimuru was at risk of being caught in a pincer between the northern warlords and whatever forces Galdros still had left. Their defenses were strong, but they wouldn't hold forever against such a coalition.
Asuna, always the voice of reason, chimed in. "We can't rush into battle without knowing more. If we strike too soon, we could find ourselves facing an enemy we're not prepared for."
Vincent crossed his arms, his expression grim. "But if we wait too long, we'll be overrun. We've been relying on Hinata's negotiations to weaken the northern alliance, but if Korgon gets wind of our plans…"
He trailed off, the implication clear. If Hinata's mission failed, everything they had worked for could fall apart.
Padrino looked around the table, his gaze lingering on each of his council members. They were right to be cautious, but hesitation wasn't an option. Hinata had sent word that her negotiations were progressing, but there was no telling how long the fragile alliances she was building would hold. Every warlord had their own ambitions, and Korgon was the largest threat of them all.
"We need to prepare for war," Padrino said finally, his voice resolute. "If Korgon moves, we will meet him on the battlefield. But we can't rely solely on force. We need to play their game—divide and conquer."
Marko nodded in agreement. "If we can push Dagmir or Thalos to act against Korgon, it might weaken his forces enough for us to strike. But we'll need to be careful. One wrong move, and they could all turn on us."
Asuna spoke softly, her eyes filled with determination. "We need to trust in Hinata. She knows what she's doing."
Padrino leaned back in his chair, his mind racing with possibilities. Trust was a luxury in times like these, but he had no choice but to rely on his allies. The fate of Rimuru rested on their ability to outmaneuver Korgon and the northern warlords. If they failed, everything they had built would come crashing down.
Northern Encampment - The Warlord's Wrath
Meanwhile, in the cold heart of the northern alliance, Korgon paced restlessly in his war tent. His soldiers stood at attention, waiting for their leader's next command. Word had reached him of Hinata's dealings with Dagmir and Thalos, and his blood boiled with rage.
"Do they think they can outplay me?" Korgon snarled, slamming his fist against the table. "I will crush them all. Dagmir, Thalos, Hinata—they are nothing compared to the power I wield."
His second-in-command, a hulking brute named Grimnar, stepped forward. "What are your orders, my lord?"
Korgon's eyes gleamed with dark intent. "Send word to Dagmir and Thalos. Tell them I am calling a council of war. We will see where their loyalties truly lie."
Grimnar nodded, eager to carry out his master's command. But as he left the tent, Korgon's expression darkened. He knew that the time for subtlety had passed. War was coming, and when it did, there would be no mercy for those who stood in his way.
Korgon would see to that personally.
As the night deepened across the north, the winds of war stirred. Alliances would be tested, and betrayals would be revealed. And in the shadows, forces beyond any one faction's control were waiting, ready to strike.
In the game of power, only the strongest would survive.