"What did you say?!" The commander of the Iron Fang Battle Group shot to his feet, his hand resting on the War Axe at his waist. "Say that again if you've got the guts!"
"Enough!"
At that moment, the allied forces' chief of staff, a gray-haired old officer who had been sitting silently to the side, finally lost his patience. He slammed his hand on the table and roared, "Sirs, the enemy is at our doorstep! How long are you going to keep up this infighting?!"
The atmosphere in the tent froze instantly.
The commander of the Iron Fang Battle Group and Blackthorn glared at each other, but in the end, both just snorted coldly and turned away.
Many allied forces had similar problems. When a war was going well, even if some friction and conflict arose, it would be papered over by one victory after another.
