The neutral plain where the peace talks were to be held was a vast, open field surrounded by mountains, their snow-capped peaks glistening under the midday sun. The air was crisp and cold, a biting reminder of the thin line between life and death in these lands.
Anu's delegation, consisting of a dozen soldiers and his most trusted squad members, arrived first. Merna stood at his side, ever vigilant. Zaya and Tony flanked their rear, scanning the surroundings for any sign of a potential threat.
The Osta delegation arrived soon after, led by Vasili—a seasoned diplomat with a reputation for cunning. He was an older man, his hair streaked with gray, but his eyes were sharp and calculating.
"General Anu," Vasili greeted with a practiced smile, extending his hand. "It's an honor to meet the youngest general of Chalassy finally."
Anu accepted the handshake, matching the diplomat's smile with his own. "And you, Vasili," he replied evenly. "Shall we begin?"
The two groups took their places at a large wooden table set in the center of the plain. The negotiations started with formalities and platitudes, but there was tension simmering beneath the surface—an unspoken awareness of the weapons each side held just out of sight.
Vasili spoke eloquently about Osta's desire for peace, his words flowing like honey. But something in his tone rang false to Anu's ears—a subtle inflection that hinted at insincerity.
"If we can reach an agreement, General Anu, there will be no need for further conflict," Vasili said, his voice smooth and persuasive.
Anu remained silent, choosing his words carefully. "Peace is a noble goal," he agreed, his tone measured. "But true peace requires trust."
Vasili's smile widened, but his eyes showed no warmth. "Trust is earned, not given freely," he countered.
Before Anu could respond, a loud explosion rocked the field. Smoke billowed into the air, and shouts of alarm echoed off the mountains. In an instant, chaos erupted.
"Ambush!" Zaya's voice cut through the confusion, her sword already in hand.
Anu's instincts kicked in, and he drew his blade, quickly scanning the field. Osta's soldiers had drawn their weapons, and Vasili backed away, a dagger slipping from his robe.
Anu lunged forward, knocking the blade from Vasili's hand. "You planned this," he growled, his voice low and seething angrily.
Vasili chuckled darkly, his eyes glinting with malice. "You Chalassians are too trusting for your good."
The time seemed to slow as the battle unfolded. Anu's men clashed with the Osta forces, steel ringing against steel. Merna was a whirlwind of motion, her daggers flashing as she cut down enemies ruthlessly.