The next day.
Shhh...
Aiven and Olivia sat across from each other at the large desk, with several pens floating automatically over sheets of white paper, rapidly documenting the intelligence transmitted back by the Spiritual Seagulls that had been released.
The number and rank of warships on the main routes, the approximate types and loads of cargo on Hilus Merchant Ships, changes in territorial maps on land, the distribution of military forces, the current battle status of alliance nations against Hilus... Every detail was being compiled.
At this moment.
The small library within the fortress had become a combat analysis room exclusively for the two of them.
Gel's injuries had been completely resolved, now all that was required was to wait for his awakening.
