The sun was setting over the lands surrounding the castle, casting long shadows that stretched across the battered countryside. Smoke from distant battles curled into the crimson sky, a silent testament to Kade's growing legend. Inside the castle's war chamber, a map of the known territories lay spread across the grand table, dotted with markers to represent battles, victories, and potential threats.
Kade sat at the head of the table, leaning back in his ornate chair with a deliberate air of confidence. He folded his hands, trying to project the image of a ruler who had anticipated everything unfolding perfectly.
"My commanders are out there smashing everything,"
he thought,
"and here I am, just trying not to look like I accidentally lucked into all of this."
Vask stood near the door, his posture impeccably straight, his crimson eyes gleaming with satisfaction.
'Reports continue to confirm your strategic brilliance, my lord,'
