"Given the current layout, when the army reaches here, we should split our forces." The Pride Queen's voice rang through the tent. "They'll come from here and here. Best we prepare to ambush them before they get comfortable."
A large map sprawled across the table. Around it sat Zenon alongside numerous figures clad in heavy purple armor.
Aside from Zenon, these were the generals of the Chosen Alliance. The air around them warped faintly, their mere presence subtly distorting their surroundings. Nine gems were embedded into each of their crowns, with the last gem emitting a low glow.
Lower-Level Nine.
Every brow furrowed as they studied the areas the Pride Queen had indicated.
"Your… proposal isn't entirely unreasonable," one of the generals said stiffly. "But splitting the Chosen army based on assumptions is reckless. The fastest way to lose a war is to let yourself get isolated and crushed."
