The castle's atmosphere hung heavy as Kade found himself alone in the dimly lit war chamber. Shadows from the flickering torches danced across the walls, echoing the disquiet that gnawed at him. Reports lay scattered across the table, their grim contents recounting battles won at great cost.
"Feels like we're winning battles but losing the war,"
Kade muttered to himself, leaning forward and running a hand through his hair.
A knock broke his train of thought. Vask entered with his usual silent grace, carrying an air of urgency.
'My lord,'
Vask began, his voice steady yet edged with tension.
'Our scouts have uncovered something significant—an unusual movement near the western border.'
Kade raised an eyebrow, straightening in his seat.
'What kind of movement?'
'Supplies being funneled to a secluded location. The enemy is masking their intent well, but we suspect it's tied to Verath's operations.'
