"...."
Everyone furrowed their brows without exception; each of them felt the gravity of the situation even more than before, as if the very air in the throne hall had thickened. Prior intelligence was critically important — the doubled support from allies who had risen from underground, the advantage of striking first, the initial use of a revolutionary communications mega array, and massive backing from Lord Human...
All those strategic advantages stacked together, and yet they only yielded the slim chance of an even fight of 600 vs 600? The thought settled over the room like a cold stone. Were they really in such a dire state?!
But amid that pressure, Marshal Tharn's eyes flicked, then he glanced quickly at Hedric with an edge of disbelief and a sharpened curiosity. "Did you just say — the enemies the Shadow Swords could not unsettle?" His voice was low but carried across the hushed chamber, slicing through the tension like a blade.
