All the predators were watching and probing, each wanting to tear off a piece of its flesh.
Defending on all fronts, cowering and hesitating, would only make their enemies see them as weak and ripe for the picking, inviting even more frenzied attacks.
The only way was to choose a single target and strike with the force of a thunderbolt. They had to utterly cripple and terrify their foe, using a resounding victory to shock all the malevolent vultures circling overhead. Only then could they earn some breathing room and space to grow.
The worry and fatigue in Aiden Duke's eyes vanished, replaced by a soaring battle spirit he hadn't felt in years—the spirit of a seasoned general.
"Well said!"
He slammed his hand on the table, which let out a dull THUD.
"One decisive blow! We'll make an example of the Lion Duchy!"
His voice brimmed with immense confidence and a hint of disdain.
