The heavy air within Kaedus's war chamber carried a weight that words could scarcely capture. The flickering torchlight painted ominous shadows across the stone walls, their restless dance a reflection of Kade's turbulent thoughts. He sat at the head of the table, his fingers idly tracing the edge of a scroll as his commanders gathered around him. The silence was deafening, and the unease was palpable.
"Why does it always feel like I'm one step behind?"
Kade murmured to himself, his eyes narrowing as he scanned the maps sprawled across the table.
Vask, standing tall and stoic at Kade's right, broke the silence.
'The scouts report no activity from Verath's known territories.'
He said.
'It's as though his forces have vanished.'
Elvara, seated to Kade's left, frowned, her silver hair catching the firelight as she leaned forward.
'That doesn't make sense. Verath isn't the type to retreat without a reason.'
