"Begin the operation!" Mikhailis said, his eyes gleaming with determination, his hands gripping the armrests of his chair as if he were a captain commanding his fleet. The screen lit up within his glasses, showing the chaotic forest clearing with the weakened direwolf still fast asleep. He leaned forward, gaze intent as Rodion's voice cut through his focus.
Rodion paused for a second as Mikhailis stared at the screen, assessing the situation with a sharp eye.
