The quiet hum of the castle grew louder in Kade's ears as he sat in his throne room, pondering the storm brewing beyond his walls. Verath's fury had been unmistakable, and the idea of a counterattack hung heavy in the air. Yet, the weight of the situation only made Kade's cluelessness more apparent. Every step forward felt like dancing on a tightrope over an abyss.
"Okay, Kade,"
he thought, rubbing his temples.
"Think big-picture. Evil overlords don't sit around sipping bad tea. They make plans... epic plans. But how do I make an epic plan when I have no idea what I'm doing?"
Vask's voice pulled him from his spiraling thoughts.
'My lord, the scouts report unusual movement in the eastern territories,'
he said, stepping forward with the fluidity of a shadow.
'It appears that Verath's forces are not retreating as much as they are... consolidating.'
Kade raised an eyebrow, leaning forward.
'Consolidating? You mean... regrouping?'
