The temporary forward base on the western border of the Fourth Continent stood as a sprawling logistical hub of canvas and stone. It stretched across the craggy highlands to house the entire second half of the Vanguard's global offensive.
Inside the central command pavilion, a massive topographical map of the Gildreath Empire dominated the war table. Jorath leaned over the parchment. He traced a finger across the fortified mountain passes guarding Gildreath's interior.
"The topography ruins any chance for a direct march," Jorath said. "If we send the main force through the central pass, they will funnel us into a barrage of artillery."
Dravox crossed his muscular arms and stepped closer to the map. "We have five hundred thousand troops sitting in this camp waiting for an order. We can absorb the losses."
