The morning sun bled crimson over the horizon, casting long shadows through the stone windows of Kaedus's castle. Kade sat in the war chamber, hunched over the large table littered with maps and reports, a half-empty goblet of water beside him. His fingers tapped against the table rhythmically, his eyes locked on a piece of parchment detailing the aftermath of the recent battles.
Silence filled the room save for the faint crackle of the torches on the walls. Normally, silence meant peace. This time, it felt like the universe itself was holding its breath.
"I should feel good about this," Kade thought, running a hand through his hair. "We've pushed back Verath. Sylvana's holding strong. The commanders are kicking ass."
He frowned.
"Why does it feel like something's about to explode in my face?"
'My lord.'
