The silence in the war chamber felt like a tangible weight. Kade sat at the head of the long, polished table, the dim light of the chandeliers casting faint shadows over his face. His fingers drummed idly against the armrest of his throne-like chair, betraying a restlessness he couldn't quite shake.
The room was otherwise empty save for Vask, who stood to Kade's right with his customary stoic demeanor. The crimson eyes of his ever-loyal servant scanned the map sprawled across the table. The flickering light made the intricate lines and symbols marking enemy territories seem almost alive. From time to time, Vask's sharp gaze lingered on particular points, his expression unreadable but intense, as though calculating a silent strategy.
Kade let out a sigh.
"It's too quiet. Verath isn't the type to just... wait. What's he planning?"
Vask's voice was calm but laced with the undertones of caution.
