Red leaned back on his throne with a faint smirk across his lips as he watched the live visual feeds scrolling across his main monitor. The chaos below was unfolding exactly as he had anticipated.
'Aggressive nutritional reinforcement,' Red thought, shaking his head. 'Only the Vanguard would try to forcibly feed their allies to prove a point about muscle density.'
The brawl was highly entertaining, but Red's focus remained on the broader strategic picture. He tapped a finger against his armrest, fully aware that the temporary alliance with the Second Continent was held together entirely by desperation and fear.
Down in the valley, the sounds of the brawl completely masked the stealthy movement of Elder Syra. She slipped past the bickering commanders and glided silently toward the secure tent holding General Boros.
